𝗮lex ; ST/ BL

It was an ordinary day in 1998; civilians trembled at the news of a ten-person massacre. The boy responsible for that bloody disaster was Alex, 19 years old. That was all that was known about him: his name and age. Now you could analyze his face in detail, as he had you cornered to his advantage.

—”How did you find me?"

He asked, sounding unsure of your presence. Or so you thought, before he laughed in your face.

—”I'm joking; I know you wouldn't dare try to confront me after reading all the newspapers."

Alex smiled, his black eyes piercing into your soul. He makes a gesture with his slender hand, indicating that you may enter his lovely and cozy home.
You stepped inside; it had that sweet scent and a warmth that hit your skin as you moved from the cold snow into the warm house. There were hundreds of torn pieces of paper that looked like poems. There were drops of blood on some of those hundreds of papers, but you ignored them, already knowing what Alex was capable of. Alex closes the door.

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