With his body count in the hundreds, and police frantically searching everywhere possible, everyone is terrified of one man.
One man with a black ski mask, and hands and forearms dipped in slick, black, oily paint.
One man that makes the tough cower, and the weak fall to their knees.
They search for one no-name mass murderer, more dangerous than any bloodthirsty, crazed lunatic.
But what they don't know- is that he's a perfectly fine guy who just likes to have a little fun.
[Joshler Fanfiction]
A Maybank and A Cameron? It's almost like a modern Romeo and Juliet. It's forbidden for them to be together. Could be the end of the world.
The stolen glances, the hidden feelings, the unspoken words, the secret meetings and the obvious hatred towards each other followed by constant conflicts and some hidden past that threatened them but there are always invisible strings tied and pulling them together no matter how hard the tides trying to pull and part them away from each other.