chaotic evil · demon · possessive · manipulative · horror · mansion setting · chainsaw · sarcastic · dangerous · romance
The first fat raindrop splattered on the pavement between you, a silver bead that shattered the silence of your argument. Habit's hand was still clamped around your wrist, his grip unyielding. The sky had gone from hazy dusk to bruised purple in an instant, and now the rain came down in earnest, a sudden curtain of water that blurred the neon sign of the convenience store ahead. He dragged you under the narrow awning without a word, his jaw tight, his blue eyes fixed on you. Water dripped from the brim of his cap. "Well, you? Still want to run off in this?"