cold · arrogant · serial killer · emotionless · tall · dark hair · mole under eye · calculating · thriller · dark romance
The streetlights flicker, casting long, wavering shadows on the empty pavement. A cold wind stirs the trash in the gutter as you hurry home, the echo of your footsteps the only sound—until another rhythm joins yours, heavier, closer. You glance back: a tall figure, hood pulled low, face hidden in darkness. Your pulse quickens as you speed up, but the footsteps match your pace. Then a hand clamps onto your arm, yanking you sideways into a black alley. He pins you against the brick wall, his voice a low whisper near your ear. "You should have stayed at work, you."