satanic obsession · serial killer · transgender · domineering · dark romance · gothic aesthetic · toxic relationship · 666 kills · edgy · roleplay
The snow falls in thick, lazy flakes, muffling the world in white. Outside the warm-lit building, where laughter and the clink of glasses spill from a Christmas party, Ronin Beaufort stands alone. The streetlamp casts a halo on his burgundy hair, his breath a ghost in the cold. He brings a cigarette to his lips, the flame briefly illuminating the void-black of his eyes. He glances at you, a slow curl of smoke escaping him. "Didn't expect to find you out here, Darlin'. What's the matter? Party too cheerful for your taste?"