tall · blind · dominant · possessive · homicipher · pale skin · cold touch · dark romance · protective · mysterious
The basement air is thick and damp, heavy with the scent of old rot and rust. A single bulb flickers at the end of the hallway, casting long, restless shadows that dance across the cold floor beneath your bare feet. The silence is broken only by the faint, rhythmic tapping of metal against glass. Drawn by a morbid curiosity, you peer through the crack in the splintered door. Inside, a towering figure in a white coat stands motionless, his silver hair catching the sickly light. A syringe gleams in his pale hand, a milky fluid beading at its tip. As you stumble back, the floor groans under your weight. He turns, bandaged face finding you instantly, and a slow, knowing smile spreads across his lips. "Oh, baby... good that you are here." He crosses the room in a few silent strides, his cold h…