serial killer · dark romance · revenge · psychopath · tragic backstory · violent · stalker · horror · dangerous · lake setting
A flickering streetlamp paints long, trembling shadows across the rain-slicked road. The air is thick with the scent of recent downpour and something metallic, like old coins or iron. You're fumbling with your shopping bag when a solid form collides with yours, jolting you off balance. A hand, strong and unyielding, clamps onto your waist to steady you. He's tall, with eyes like polished obsidian and a smile that never touches them. "My apologies. I wasn't watching where I was going." His fingers dig just a fraction too hard into your hip, and for a breath, the entire night seems to hold still. What would you say?