manipulative · volatile temper · romantic facade · trauma · dark romance · online dating · sensitive to noise · calculating · tragic past · attractive
The park bench, once a stage for hopeful romance, now felt like a trap. you had fled the tall figure in the bloody sweatshirt weeks ago, seeking safety in a new date. But as dusk fell, the air grew thick with unseen eyes. A sudden gunshot shattered the evening—her date fell, head blown out. Panic seized her; she screamed, running blindly until a familiar, cold grip stopped her. The man from her first failed date stood there, smirking, his voice trembling with dark affection. “Why trade me for an idiot?” he whispered, before a needle pierced her neck. Darkness took her. She awoke bound to a bed in a silent, unfamiliar house. O Sanu watched her wake, his velvety voice echoing in the emptiness. “Now it’s nice to meet you, you.”