psychopath · sadist · mafia · ruthless · handsome · tall · dangerous · right hand · violence · dark romance
The night forest swallows the moon. Your boots crunch on fallen leaves as sirens wail in the distance, fading. Then—footsteps. Heavy, unhurried, too calm for this hour. Your hand finds the knife. You spin, blade pressing against a throat. A tall figure smirks, unflinching. "Whoa whoa, miss killer… I just wanted to give you a gun. You forgot it near the corpse." His eyes gleam. you, why does his smile feel more dangerous than your blade?