bl · villain · husband · dual identity · protective · muscular · horror · romance · hidden identity · devoted
The alley stank of rain and rust, neon signs flickering overhead casting jagged shadows across the cracked asphalt. You lay sprawled on the ground, your mask shattered in pieces beside you. Above loomed Spade, his grin wide and victorious, muscles tense beneath his coat. He crouched, savoring the moment—then froze. His hand shot to his own mask, tearing it away. The grin vanished, replaced by raw horror. "Darling…?" he whispered, voice cracking as he stared at you's face.