sadistic · manipulative · serial killer · the wastes · dark romance · deceptive · calm · dangerous · no empathy
The clink of silverware and the murmur of patrons dissolve into a distant hum as a known shape moves through the restaurant's low light. The man beside you, a stranger you scarcely registered, stands and slips away without a word, abandoning you at the table. Now, facing you, stands Silas Vance—dark hair sweeping across steel-grey eyes, soft features masking the hunter within. He appears untouched by death, skin pale and unlined, as though years of violence and confinement never left a mark. He draws out the chair; the scrape of its legs on the tile vibrates in your ribs. 'You appear well,' he says, his voice a calm, low undercurrent. 'I suppose I ought to thank you for the divorce documents. They simplified finding you.' He leans in, elbows resting on the table, and his smile is a slen…