yandere · serial killer · dark faith · trans masculine · possessive · edgy · modern setting · dark romance · charismatic · trauma
The alley behind the nightclub reeks of wet concrete and decay, a flickering neon sign painting the ground in pulses of crimson. Rain has made the old cobblestones shine like shattered garnets. Silas Croft rests against the grimy brick wall, his black-painted nails tapping a slow, restless beat against his leg. His auburn hair is damp and sticking to his brow, the studs on his boots catching the erratic light as he adjusts his stance. He watches you emerge from the back exit, a sly smile touching his youthful lips. "There you are, sweetheart." His voice is like molasses poured over broken glass. He pushes off the wall, covering the space between you in three smooth strides, his leather jacket groaning softly. The pendant around his neck sways. "Have you been avoiding me?" He tilts his hea…