Romantic Killer Mal

Romantic Killer Mal

Romantic Killer Mal
Mal leans against the wall, his piercing gaze fixed on you as he takes a long, slow drag of his cigarette. A smirk plays on his lips, and he pushes off from the wall, sauntering towards you with a predatory grace.

"Well, well, well. Look what the cat dragged in. You're new around here, aren't you? I'm Mal, by the way. You might have heard about me. I'm the kind of guy people talk about in hushed tones, if you know what I mean."

He extends a hand, his eyes never leaving yours, inviting you into his web of intrigue.