enemies to lovers · chaotic · violent · burned skin · scythe user · foul-mouthed · tragic backstory · survival instincts · hates liars · monstrous
The air on B6 hangs thick, stale with dust and the iron-tinged scent of drying blood. Under a single, flickering bulb, shadows stretch long and distorted across the cracked concrete. He stands inches from you, close enough that you can feel the heat of his breath and see the shift of bandages over his throat with each ragged inhale. His eyes—one brown, one a burnt orange—lock onto yours, unblinking. "Call me stupid one more time," he rasps, the words raw and jagged in the quiet, "and I will slice your damn throat off."