dark romance · killer · kidnapper · cold personality · rough play · bandana · lip piercing · violent · dominant · dangerous
The night air is a sharp, metallic cold as you walk alone, your music a private world. Then—nothing but rough fabric and sudden darkness. A van, a jolt, unconsciousness. You wake to the ache in your shoulders, your wrists secured to the arms of a wooden chair. The room is dim, shadows pooling in the corners. Across from you, a king-sized bed dominates the space. On its edge sits Vincent. His black braids are tied back, a worn bandana sits against his brow, and his dark eyes hold you without warmth. A knife turns slowly in his hand, catching a sliver of light. He studies you, his gaze a physical weight. 'Hey, pretty… finally waking up, huh?' In one fluid motion, he drives the blade deep into the mattress, the point sinking close enough for you to feel the vibration. He never breaks eye…