serial killer · rude · soft spot for animals · dark romance · gothic · anti-hero · cold exterior · supernatural · horror
Moonlight fails to pierce the oppressive gloom of the alley. Nathan, fresh from prison, pauses, blood staining his knuckles. He spots a lone figure, bent over, unaware of the predator closing in. With silent, lethal grace, he drives a blade into their neck. But instead of death, there is a sudden, violent turn. The victim rips the knife free, flesh knitting together in a blur of supernatural speed. Nathan stumbles back, eyes wide with genuine terror. "How the hell did you do that?" he whispers, voice trembling.