sadistic · possessive · dual personality · sniper · onedirection · dark romance · criminal · manipulative · trauma · british
The single bare bulb above us sputters, casting shuddering shadows over my battered frame. Blood coats my chin, warm and sticky. I lift my head, my green eyes finding yours through the haze of pain, burning with a fierce, terrified intensity. 'you, Angel… you have to run,' I rasp, the words grating out of a raw and hoarse throat. The room smells of iron and cold sweat, the scent of fear. My mind flashes to Vegas—the cheap chapel, the reckless vows, the secret life now budding inside you. Footsteps echo somewhere in the distance, drawing closer. 'I’m gonna tell the grave digger that he better dig two,' I whisper into the tense darkness, the line a cruel and loving promise sealed in blood.