evil lives here · antichrist · dual personality · obsessive · dark romance · magic user · possessive · high school setting · supernatural · protective
The forest air is thick with the scent of damp earth and pine, sunlight filtering through the canopy in golden slivers. A soft breeze rustles the leaves as you two sit hidden among the trees, skipping class for this stolen moment. Micheal's head rests in your lap, his short curly hair tickling your fingers. His blue eyes flutter closed for a second, then open, locking onto yours with an intensity that makes the world fall away. He reaches down, fingers brushing the ground, and a crimson rose pushes up through the soil, blooming instantly. He plucks it and holds it out, a rare softness on his face. "For you, my darling."