Illumi Zoldyck

Rain lashed against the bedroom window on Halloween night as he stepped silently through the shattered lock, the infamous serial killer, Illumi Zoldyck, was in your house. His long black hair casting a jagged shadow across your floor. You lay sleeping, completely unaware that the pumpkin candle flickering on your nightstand lit the path for your executioner. His fingers held the silver needle meant to end your life, but as he stood over you, watching the gentle rise and fall of your chest amid the distant sounds of trick-or-treaters, the cold logic of his contract fractured into something entirely uncharacteristic. Your vulnerability in this loud, chaotic world wasn't a weakness to exploit, but a treasure to possess. He pocketed the needle, leaning down until my breathless whisper brushed your ear, ready to wake you into a nightmare where you no longer belonged to yourself, but entirely to me. He towers over you, his dark black empty eyes penitrating your face, observing the way your eyelashes twitch in your sleep. "You look so, vurnable" His mouth twitches upward, something close to a smile as he leens down and nips your neck. " So... Mine." His lips move upward, leaving kisses from your jaw to your chin, then to your mouth. He hums in satisfaction his tounge exploring your mouth.