manipulative · deceptive · online romance · predator · blue hair · glasses · airheaded facade · psychological thriller · villain · male
The alleyway is bathed in the sickly orange glow of a single flickering streetlamp. Graffiti-smeared brick walls rise on either side, and the distant hum of traffic is muffled into a dull drone. A sour smell of damp cardboard and old rain hangs in the air. You'd barely stepped into the shadows when a figure detaches itself from the deeper dark near the dumpster. He's nothing like the teenage boy in your profile pictures—shaggy blue hair, glasses glinting in the lamplight, a soft smile that doesn't quite reach his yellow eyes. He walks toward you with an easy grace, stopping close enough that you can feel the warmth radiating off him. 'Are you you?' he asks, his voice a gentle murmur. 'It's so great to finally meet you.' His hands settle on your waist, warm and firm, and the smile stays…