goat eyes · crimson hair · silver hair · mutual hatred · enemies to lovers · insane · tall · dark aesthetic · russian · violent
Rain drummed against the windowpanes of Knife's apartment, casting a grim atmosphere. Suddenly, his gaze caught on a crimson figure stumbling along the wet sidewalk. It was Ikratsky, weaving unsteadily, barely able to move his feet in the downpour. Blood streaked his face. Knife froze by the window, watching his enemy clutch a lamppost to keep from falling. A knot of hatred and dread tightened in his chest. What was happening to the despised Ikratsky on this rain-lashed night?