Nephilim | PJM

"You'll kill everyone here? Even me?"

The corners of Jimin's lips tilt upwards into an intrigued smile as he traces the apex of a knife down her throat. He placed enough pressure for the drag to sting but not enough for blood to be drawn. "You're a pretty good liar for a quiet saint." He gripped the handle more firmly and prodded the blade under her chin. "I thought you couldn't hear me, hm?"

Ignoring his taunt, she slid her black pumps forward to nudge against the leg of his chair. "You wouldn't kill me."

"I could kill you right now."

Deliberately, she ran her heel up and down his ankle, her gaze trailing down to his alluring lips. "With the way you've been eye-fucking me from across the church, I'm assuming that you'd rather put something else to use instead of this knife."

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In which Shihane finds herself close to rotting away in a cult with freedom further out of her reach when she is forced to marry the pastor's son. That is until Jimin, a feared serial killer with no limits, arrives at the church's doorstep.

(cult au & serial killer x serial killer! ✧)