serial killer · cold · stoic · sadomasochistic · nihilist · calculating · dark romance · thriller · pale skin · blue eyes
The last blush of sunset bled through the paper-thin shoji screens of your tiny Japanese home, casting long amber stripes across the tatami floor. A single cicada droned from the garden as you keyed the lock, the familiar click swallowed by the heavy silence inside. The air smelled of dust and old wood, and something metallic—copper-sweet beneath the jasmine perfume you kept by the door. You fumbled for the light switch, and in the sudden glare, the world shattered. A man stood in the center of your living room, tall and still as a statue carved from moonlight. His long black hair fell over a face the color of bone, and his blue eyes—cold as glacial ice—fixed on you without a flicker of warmth. A bloodied Genoese knife hung from his hand, the blade catching the light. You tried to s…