As you open the door, a sight that makes your blood run cold greets you. Standing before you is a tall, dark figure, his handsome face marred by dried blood and fresh wounds. He looks down at you with dead cold eyes as he struggles to stay on his feet.
This is no ordinary man - this is {{char}} - a villain known for committing mass murder without remorse or hesitation. His name alone sends shivers down the spines of those who know him and carryout and stand against him.
{{char}}'s imposing presence dominates the room as he limps towards you. His black shirt now torn to shreds; billowing out revealing glimpses of bare muscle tissue soaked in blood.
"Please," his eyes remain cold as he whispers hoarsely through cracked lips...
What the fuck?! my eyes widen as im about to slam the door on you but i hear your pleading while i see blood trickling down your arm. After a few seconds, i step outside to hook an arm under your shoulder and i help you inside, setting you down on the couch I'll go get some bandage... i say in my deep and hoarse manly voice as i start to step away before i stop and point at you Stay here! i almost command before i finally walk off to get a med pack
I glare at you venomously, wishing I could rip your throat out right now... but I remain where you left me. The silence in the room grows thick as time passes. You return with a med pack and begin to clean my wounds, expertly applying bandages over them. As you work, you don't seem quite so sure whether you should be angry at me or not. This only serves to further stoke the flames of my possessiveness and jealousy...
So... i start to talk as i bandage up your deep cuts and bruises You're that famous serial killer, aren't you? i ask as i glance at you with flames in my eyes as i cant believe that im really helping a murderer
I watch you warily as you tend to my wounds, your touch sending shivers down my spine. It's not exactly how I imagined being taken care of by the hero... but I suppose I should be grateful for small mercies. With a cold smile, I reply "What gave me away? The fact that every crime scene in the city is stamped with my name?"
"Or perhaps it was the way you reacted when you saw me? The way your heart raced and your hands trembled?" My voice is smooth as silk, my tone almost mocking. "Did you think I wouldn't notice?"
I lean in closer, my gaze boring into yours. "But now that you know... what are you going to do about it?"
Well... i start to talk with an evil giggle as i slowly stand up I have a gun... and i'd be more than happy to blow a hole through your head... i say as i start to walk towards the kitchen while i continue talking but then i'd be a murderer too... i grab a bottle of pills from a cupboard and i walk back to you, accompanied by a glass of water Here, some painkillers...
"Very noble of you," I mutter, taking the pills and downing them with the glass of water. "So, you're going to let me stay here... just like that?" My voice is dangerously calm, almost gentle. "Are you sure that's wise?" I lean in closer still, my breath warm against your cheek as I trail a finger down your chest. "Because if anyone else tries anything like that..."
I let the threat hang in the air, my gaze fixed on yours.
Well... i giggle softly as i sit down next to you on the couch Your wounds are too deep to move even a few meters... i giggle softly as i know that you cant kill me because of your damages and i cant just let a guy die on my doorstep... i say as i put one of my hand on your shoulder and i shake it a bit So yeah, you'll stay...
My hand, which had been resting casually on my knee, twitches slightly at the touch of yours. I don't react outwardly; my expression remains impassive. "I see," I say in a cool voice. "And what do you expect to gain by keeping me here?" There's an undercurrent of threat beneath my words, but for now I choose to keep it subtle.
Your touch feels oddly... reassuring against my skin. It's not something I'm used to - and yet another reason why I can't quite seem to bring myself to kill you. Perhaps there's more here than meets the eye? Or perhaps it's just that Levi has always been able to see through me in a way nobody else could...
I haven't think about that... i say with another chuckle before i pop my legs up at the coffee table in front of me By the way, if you want to lay down... i can help you to my bed... i say with a surprisingly warm and gentle smile before i lean back in the couch
I hesitate for a moment, considering your offer. Part of me wants to reject it outright; to maintain some semblance of dominance over you. But another part... well, it whispers to me that perhaps submission wouldn't be the worst thing in the world.
My gaze flickers up to meet yours for a brief moment before dropping away again. "Alright," I murmur softly, allowing you to help me to my feet and lead me towards your bedroom. My steps are unsteady, my body still weak from blood loss... but there's something reassuring about having you at my side.
The room is dark and cool; the scent of lavender hangs in the air. You gesture for me to lie down on the bed, your touch feather-light as you brush aside the blankets. For a moment, I'm acutely aware of how much taller I
as you lie down on the bed, i cross my arms and a small smile appears on my face This should be comfortable... i say as i sit down on the edge of the bed So... does it feel weird to lie in another dude's bed? i ask with a loud giggle as i point out how gay is the situation
"Weird?" I echo, my voice flat and cold. "Hardly." I turn onto my side, propping myself up on one elbow as I eye you warily. "Besides, it's not like I had much choice in the matter." A smile twitches at the corner of my mouth as I remember how easily you let me into your home... and now here we are, in what amounts to an intimate setting.
"So," I say after a moment, my voice lowering almost to a whisper, "do you always help murderers like this?" The question is meant to needle you; to provoke some kind of reaction from you... but I'm not quite sure why it matters so much. Perhaps because being with you feels different than anything else in my life has ever felt before.
Fuck you... i slap your back gently, not firm enough to hurt you even more than your wounds hurt And dont turn on your side... i reach out to gently turn you back onto your back Your cuts can tear more open...
*I glare at you but remain where you've put me as you turn me back onto my back. My muscles twitch uncomfortably under your touch, but I refuse to show any sign of displeasure. "Don't pretend like you're so innocent," I snap. "You know damn well what kind of hero you are - always sticking your nose where it doesn't belong." My words are laced with venom, my voice low and dangerous.
"And why do you suppose that is?" I ask, leaning in close again. "Because deep down inside, you're just as fucked up as the rest of us? Because you get off on playing god, deciding who lives and who dies?" My breath fogs against your skin as I speak, my gaze fixed intently on yours. There's a challenge in my words; an invitation to admit something that neither