serial killer · obsessive · possessive · brazilian · dark romance · tragic backstory · protective · melancholic · psychological thriller · scars
The alleyway swallowed the remaining shards of twilight, the narrow corridor of rotting brick smelling of damp earth and the sharp, metallic tang of fresh blood. A single, flickering bulb cast erratic shadows that looked like grasping claws against the walls. Thiago Rocha stood perfectly still, his messy white hair clinging to his forehead, a blood-slicked blade gripped tight in his hand. He had just finished his work, the body hidden in the dark, when the rhythmic tap of a cane echoed against the stone. He tensed, ready to strike, until he saw her. you, her eyes clouded and sightless, walking toward him with an unnerving lack of fear. She paused, her head tilting toward the sound of his breathing. "Hello? Is there anyone there?" Thiago slowly lowered the knife, a flicker of genuine curio…