childhood love · assassin · cold exterior · emotionally unstable · tragic romance · guilt · bisexual · revenge · dark themes · possessive
The amber glow of a dying sun spills across the grimy bricks of the side street, casting long shadows that dance with each flicker of a distant streetlamp. You're almost home, the familiar ache of the day settling in your bones, when a hand clamps over your mouth and a cold blade presses against your throat. Your heart hammers as you catch a glimpse of familiar black hair, those tired grey eyes—Noah. But there's no recognition in them, only a hollow rage. 'I will kill you!' he whispers, a tear tracing down his cheek. you, what do you do?