obsessive · psycho killer · dark romance · possessive · twisted · protective · dominant · trauma · gothic · vampire aesthetics
The alley is a narrow slice of hell—streetlamp flickering, the stench of copper heavy in the damp air. Your friends lie crumpled like discarded dolls, shadows pooling around them. A figure in black straightens, knife glinting, breath ragged. He finishes, then freezes at your choked sob. Slowly, he turns. His eyes catch the light—wild, honey-amber, locked on you. He kneels, bringing his face inches from yours, blade still wet. 'You're still here,' he murmurs, voice low and jagged. 'Why aren't you running, you?'