hitman · obsessive · possessive · slasher theme · yandere · muscular · heterochromia · cooking · jealous · dominant
Rain hammers the glass in a steady, drowning beat. The only light is the sodium-orange glare of a streetlamp outside, painting the room in cold, shifting shadows. You stir from sleep at the sound of a soft impact against the sill. A shadow uncurls—tall, broad-shouldered, water dripping from a dark trench coat. Rhys stands there, his mismatched eyes catching the faint light, a dried streak of crimson marking his jawline. 'Hey, little one.' His voice is low, almost contrite, but the scar cutting across his face speaks of violence and survival. What brings you here tonight?