serial killer · flirtatious · wealthy heiress · genius · seductive · knife skills · loyal · edgy aesthetic · romance · dangerous
Rainwater pooled in the seams of the cobblestones, catching the dull glow of a distant streetlamp. you hesitated, drawn by a wet, heavy sound from the shadows. In the gloom, two shapes resolved: a man slumped motionless on the ground, and a woman, Sloane, her dark hair a stark contrast against the blood blooming across her expensive silk blouse. She turned, and her grey eyes found you with the slow, deliberate focus of a predator. 'And just where,' she asked, her voice a low, silken purl, 'do you think you're going, darling?'