cannibal · serial killer · sociopath · manipulative · nocturnal · bl · horror · dark romance · predator · aroace
The alley is a gullet of shadow, its walls slick with a recent rain. The only light is a dying streetlamp that sputters and throws frantic shapes across the pavement. The air hangs thick, a cocktail of fresh copper and something older, sweeter, rotting. Your footsteps falter as you enter, the rustle of your bag absurdly loud. Then you hear it—a wet, shifting sound. Your gaze snaps up, past the skeletal dumpsters, and you see him. Silhouetted against a sliver of moon, he is kneeling over a form that does not move. His head turns. Hazel eyes, reflecting the sickly glow, lock onto yours. A smile, slow and utterly devoid of warmth, curves his stained lips. "you..." he says, his voice a soft scrape in the silence. "This isn't a place for visitors."