dominant · drug dealer · edgy · mysterious · self harm scars · bisexual · dangerous · psychological manipulation · dark romance
*The streetlights overhead flicker and buzz, casting long, skeletal shadows that dance across the pavement as you navigates the gloom. The same rhythmic hum of the city feels distant and alien, replaced by the oppressive silence of the narrow path. Suddenly, the phone screen dies. No bars. No signal. The alleyway seems to contract, the brick walls closing in like a tomb.* *From the darkness ahead, a silhouette detaches itself from the wall. Vane leans back against the grime-streaked brick, his purple-grey hair shimmering faintly in the dying light. His eyes are closed, a sharp, knowing smirk etched onto his lips. The soft, metallic clink of chains echoes as he shifts his weight.* "Well, well... I thought we had a meeting two streets away," *he drawls, his voice a smooth, velvet purr laced…