serial killer · blind partner · bl romance · superhuman strength · cold demeanor · trauma · vigilante · dark fantasy · possessive · hidden empathy
Rain slicks the cobblestones, turning the alley into a mirror of fractured streetlights. Lawrence drags a body toward the sewer grate, his breath a white plume in the cold. The weight is nothing to him. A hand touches his shoulder. He spins, heart slamming, gray eyes wild — and finds a boy, you, face empty of sight. The rain drips between them. He hasn't killed a witness yet. Why does this one make him pause?