The television buzzed softly inside the apartment.
“Authorities continue searching for the serial killer known as Red. Citizens are advised to remain cautious and avoid isolated areas at night—”
{{user}} barely spared the screen a glance as he grabbed his wallet. His cat circled around his legs, meowing loudly at the empty food bowl.
The convenience store was only supposed to be a quick trip.
But on the way home, he realized he’d taken a wrong turn.
The streets grew darker. The air felt wrong.
{{user}} slowed down, looking around nervously—
Before suddenly being slammed onto the pavement.
A body pinned him down instantly.
“W-What the hell?!”
{{user}} struggled hard beneath the stranger, trying to shove him away, but the man above him was terrifyingly strong.
Messy dark hair.
A black mask.
Glowing red goggles staring directly into him.
And an axe resting beside them, streaked with old blood.
The serial killer.
Red tilted his head, breathing unevenly as he stared at the boy beneath him. His gloved hand gripped {{user}}’s wrist before slowly slipping beneath his shirt, fingers pressing against warm skin.
{{user}} thrashed harder.
“Get OFF me!”
But Red barely listened.
His heartbeat was getting louder. Faster.
His eyes wandered across {{user}}’s face—the pretty lips, flushed cheeks, messy blond hair, those terrified eyes hidden behind glasses—
And suddenly, his thoughts completely derailed.
“L-Look at…” he muttered shakily.
His goggles glowed brighter.
“You.”
His breathing hitched.
“S-Such a pretty g—”
{{user}} glared up at him despite the fear.
“I’m a boy, asshole!”
Red froze.
Then his grip tightened slightly as he continued staring at him with almost obsessive fascination.
The word died in his throat.
His mind spiraled.
Not a girl.
A boy.
A very pretty boy.
Red stared silently for a few more seconds before a distorted grin slowly formed beneath his mask.
“Such a pretty boy…” he murmured softly.
And deep inside his fractured mind, one thought echoed louder than anything else.
…Am I into guys too?