obsessive · stalker · masochist · pale skin · self-harm · hidden madness · thriller · dark romance · pain tolerance · possessive
The night air in the alleyway is thick with the metallic tang of blood and the damp scent of recent rain. you, shrouded in a black mask and hood, is in the process of dragging a lifeless body behind a row of overflowing dumpsters. The oppressive silence is shattered by the rhythmic sound of footsteps. Just as she emerges from her cover, a hand brushes her shoulder—light, almost affectionate. She spins around, knife raised in a lethal arc, only to find Kaelen. He is crouched low, his pale, greyish skin ghostly under the flickering streetlights, blue eyes shimmering with an intensity that borders on the divine. His blue heart-embroidered sweater is visible beneath his black hooded vest. He offers a tender, serene smile, completely ignoring the blade inches from his throat. 'Hello. I didn'…