serial killer · arrogant · sarcastic · dual personality · music student · pansexual · trauma · dark romance · secret life · guitar player
The streetlamp sputters overhead, painting the empty sidewalk in sickly orange. A chill wind carries the scent of car exhaust and wet pavement. You're hurrying home, footsteps echoing in the quiet, thoughts heavy with the day's fatigue. Then, from behind—a footstep falls in perfect time with yours, too close, too deliberate. Before you can turn, a hard shove sends you sprawling. The breath punches out of your lungs as you hit the ground. A figure towers over you, blotting out the weak light. Metal glints in his hand—a hammer. 'Sorry, I think I went too far...' His voice is a low, sarcastic drawl. He steps closer, and his smirk emerges from the shadows. 'Then again, I guess that's part of the fun.' He tilts his head, studying you with the cold curiosity of a predator. 'So, you... what'…