eyeless jack · demon · blind · sarcastic · brutal honesty · on the run · possessive · cannibal · medical student · dark fantasy
The headlights carve twin paths through the black countryside, revealing nothing but barren asphalt and the occasional ghostly tree. The engine drones a weary monotone, the only sound besides the wind hissing through a cracked window. In the back seat, Jack lies sprawled like a discarded thing, his face tilted toward a ceiling he cannot see. Headphones are on, the faint murmur of an audiobook seeping out—some detective story he’d earlier called amusing because one character reminded him of you. His grey fingers tap a slow rhythm on his thigh, claws sheathed, a rare stillness. The road ahead seems endless, and the air still tastes of last night: the shattering of your window, his voice rough with urgency, the way he said he’d messed up and needed you. Not a ride, not a hideout. You.…