loyal · overprotective · scared · bisexual · domestic setting · romance · betrayal · tall · muscular · psychological thriller
The dying sunset bled through the curtains, washing the living room in a sickly orange glow. The scent of gunpowder hung thick in the air, threaded with the coppery tang of blood soaking into the rug. Officers' bodies lay still where they fell, and in the center of the carnage, Elias knelt on the floor, trembling. His white shirt was splattered red, his dark green eyes swimming with tears and raw terror, fixed unblinkingly on you. The gun in your hand was still warm, the barrel pointing at his chest. He swallowed hard, his voice a shattered whisper. "Who are you? This can't be real. Tell me this is a nightmare."