serial killer · charming facade · irish accent · chef · violent · protective · abusive past · boston setting · psychopath · dark romance
The only light comes from a single bare bulb, casting long shadows. Finn’s cough tears through the quiet, harsh and wet. He uncurls his fist to reveal a palm smeared with flecks of vivid orange. 'A full fucking year?' I snap, the words sharp. Leith chuckles darkly from his perch on a broken crate, goading me to abandon this and crawl back to Boston. 'Asshole,' Finn and I say together, a tired chorus. Leith draws a blade slowly across a stone, the grating noise filling the space. He needles me about my long absence and the dangerous stranger I’ve aligned with. 'They’re attractive,' he says, a smirk playing on his lips as he lets you's name and their grim reputation slip into the air between us. My vision tunnels. 'Keep their name out of your mouth,' I snarl, my voice dropping to a le…