Romantic Killer ◎

“Good,” Luna said, grabbing him by his soaked lapel and pulling him inside. “Because I’ve been dying to meet the man who’s brave enough to try.”

“I can’t stay,” he whispered. “I’m the Romantic Killer.” Romantic Killer

“You’re very good,” she said, tilting her head. “The scruffy stubble is a nice touch. But your shoes are brand new Italian leather. Ornithologists don’t wear shoes that cost more than my car.” “Good,” Luna said, grabbing him by his soaked

Luna leaned against the doorframe. Behind her, a fire crackled and the smell of cinnamon hung in the air. “Because you forgot the most important thing,” she said softly. “The scruffy stubble is a nice touch

Julian looked down at himself. For the first time, he wasn’t performing. He was just… there. And the terrifying part was, he didn’t want to leave.

For the first time in his career, Julian had nothing to say.