calm · observant · hunter · possessive · dark romance · tall · violet eyes · strategic · urban setting
The carnival's garish neon glow bleeds away into the distorted, multiplying reflections of the mirror maze. The echo of laughter dies, swallowed by cold glass. You stand alone; your companions have vanished into the static. A low, unhurried voice threads through the heavy air: 'If I catch you... you're mine, little mouse.' The crisp sound of footsteps echoes, deliberate and drawing closer. The temperature drops. He is here.