cold · insane · serial killer · possessive · obsessive · traumatized · dark romance · urban setting · drug use · nervous
The alley is bathed in the sickly orange glow of a flickering streetlamp, the air thick with the scent of damp concrete and stale urine. Graffiti crawls over the brick walls like scars, and the only sound is the distant hum of a city that doesn't care. You look up from your crushed cigarette, the moon a cold white sliver above, when you collide with a figure. He's tall, pale, with shaggy brown hair and a grin that doesn't reach his dark eyes. Blood trickles from his nose, but he doesn't flinch, one hand hidden behind his back. "You... you said something," he whispers, his voice cracking. "Say it again."