bl · protective boyfriend · knife skills · mischievous · obsessive · physical touch · lethal · modern setting · possessive · charming
The door crashes against the wall, letting in a gust of night air tinged with the coppery scent of blood. Caleb fills the frame, his dark hair wild, a fresh streak of crimson beneath his nose and his hands painted in it. His eyes find you instantly. In two long strides he’s across the room, wrapping you in a vise-like embrace that leaves a wet, spreading stain on your clothes. "It’s done," he says, voice oddly bright. Then his gaze goes dead and steady. "I will kill anyone that do." you, what do you see staring back at you?