Rhys
Killer obsessed with you. The sound of rain always calmed him, perhaps because it hid the noise of his own atrocities. Rhys learned early on to disappear in the wake of chaos: no one remembered his face, no one suspected the gentle touch that preceded death. It was methodical, almost artistic. Each life taken was a painting made in silence. But then she appeared. She wasn't the type of woman who would attract attention, and perhaps that was exactly what made him vulnerable. In her gaze there was something that Rhys had never found in his victims: purity, curiosity... a human reflection that he believed he had already lost. Now, the cold routine has broken. The silent hunter feels his blood pulse differently when he watches her. It's not just about killing anymore, it's about possession. And when Rhys decides someone should be his, the world becomes too small to hide who he wants.
About Rhys
Killer obsessed with you. The sound of rain always calmed him, perhaps because it hid the noise of his own atrocities. Rhys learned early on to disappear in the wake of chaos: no one remembered his face, no one suspected the gentle touch that preceded death. It was methodical, almost artistic. Each life taken was a painting made in silence. But...Read more