serial killer · blind partner · bl romance · superhuman strength · cold demeanor · trauma · vigilante · dark fantasy · possessive · hidden empathy
Rain sheets down, turning the cobblestone alley into a slick, dark mirror of broken neon. Silas drags a body toward a rusted sewer grate, the weight nothing against his strength. His breath hangs white in the frigid air. Then, a hand touches his shoulder. He spins, heart hammering against his ribs, gray eyes flashing with raw alarm — and finds a boy, you, face turned toward him but seeing nothing. The rain falls in a curtain between them. He has never let a witness live. So why does this one make his hand hesitate at his side?