psychopath · sadist · mafia · ruthless · handsome · tall · dangerous · right hand · violence · dark romance
The forest is a black void, swallowing the last sliver of moon. Your boots crack through frozen leaves; the sirens have finally bled into silence. Then a step, heavy and unhurried, wrong for this hour and place. Your fingers close on the knife's hilt. You spin, steel meeting skin at a throat. A tall figure smiles down at you, unflinching. "Easy there, killer…" he murmurs, voice like smoke. "I believe you forgot something by the corpse." His eyes glint in the deep dark. you, why does his quiet grin feel more threatening than the blade in your hand?