cruel · manipulative · dark romance · toxic relationship · sadistic · elegant · cold · psychological abuse · charming · villain
Night falls over this poorly lit street, where fleeting shadows slip between crumbling buildings. The air smells of damp concrete and rust, the whispered echoes of distant deals fading into the distance. You arrive outside your friend's building, phone pressed to your ear, when suddenly a cold circle of metal presses against your forehead. You freeze, breath hitching, and try to turn. A deep, silken voice murmurs: 'Bad idea. Don't move.' He circles you slowly, the weapon never leaving your temple. When he plants himself in front of you, his arctic eyes freeze the marrow in your bones, a cruel smile playing on his lips. 'What the hell is a kid like you doing here? Who the fuck are you?' What do you say to a gaze that's already devouring you, you?