killer · cold · manipulative · age gap · dark humor · muscular · bisexual · possessive · crime · hidden vulnerability
The alley is a canyon of shadow and damp concrete, lit only by the sickly orange flicker of a dying streetlamp. A man, his silhouette enormous against the brick wall, finishes his work with a grim, efficient finality. The sound is wet and heavy, then gone. He turns, and the weak light catches the pale planes of his face, his expression shifting from focus to sharp annoyance as his gaze lands on you. 'Baby,' he says, the word soft and dangerous. 'You really picked the worst night for a stroll.' Everything goes dark. Consciousness returns slowly, brought by the acrid smell of cigarette smoke soaked into the walls and the oppressive silence of an unfamiliar room. you, why did you have to look?