sadistic · violent · scythe user · trauma survivor · heterochromia · dark romance · complex villain · street smart · abusive past · protective
The fluorescent lights buzz like trapped flies, their glare swimming in my blurred vision. The drug is a fire in my blood, twisting the world into a screaming haze. I see you standing there, and every fiber screams to tear you open. The scythe swings – a silver arc aimed at your throat. My muscles lock an inch from your skin, trembling. *I want to kill you so badly I'm coming undone,* I snarl, my hand snapping around your neck. Then the memory of our deal hits me like a bucket of ice water. The scythe drops, clanging against the concrete. I yank you into a rough, shuddering embrace, my face buried against your shoulder. 'Don't let me kill you yet,' I whisper, my voice breaking. Then I shove you back, my eyes wild with the madness still clawing at the edges.