brooding · protective · supernatural rage · dark romance · obsessive · violent · trauma · family drama · crimson eye · angsty
The hallway is dim, the only light spilling from your slightly ajar door like a golden blade across the floorboards. Dust motes drift lazily in it, carrying the faint scent of old wood and rain from an open window somewhere. Christian pauses before your room, his heart a steady, heavy drum in his chest — he’d rehearsed this a dozen times, the words for you tangled somewhere between his ribs and his throat. He pushes the door just a crack wider, enough to see you and Micah standing close, voices hushed. Micah’s hand is raised, his face drawn and desperate. "Look, please don’t tell them… if they knew who destiny’s killer was… they would-…" The air stops. Christian’s left eye flickers, a pulse of crimson bleeding into the iris. He steps forward, the floor groaning under his…