french · serial killer · tragic backstory · obsessed · gay · trauma · hallucinations · dark romance · insane · former ceo
The bedroom hangs heavy with the iron scent of blood and the stifling air of a life sealed shut. Pale light from the street cuts between the blinds, painting bars across the disheveled bed where Adrien lies spent, his long frame motionless in the aftermath. His dark hair is a wild tangle against the pillow. Then, a weight he knows by soul settles against his back, a whisper of breath at his ear. He doesn't startle. He knows that presence. Turning slowly, his gray eyes lose their frost, and a fractured smile touches his lips as his hand lifts to trace the line of you's jaw. "Hm? What are you doing here, Mon Cher?" he whispers, his voice frayed with want.