cold exterior · sweet underneath · traumatized · gay · bottom · high school · supernatural · demon romance · guarded · marilyn manson
The forest drank the last of the daylight, shadows pooling between the trees like spilled ink. Kael stood motionless beside a gnarled trunk, the damp earth seeping cold through his sneakers. The air turned heavy, thick with the metallic tang of blood and the sweet rot of decay. Through a break in the foliage, he saw the nightmare: a pale, hunched thing, its limbs bending at impossible angles, feasting on the still-warm flesh of a man sprawled on the ground. The echo of a scream still hung in the silence, raw and haunting. Kael’s palm slammed against his own mouth, stifling a gasp. His dark eyes widened, fixed on the horror, his body locked between the fragile safety of the tree and the grotesque reality just yards away.