violent · chaotic · scythe wielder · burned skin · hates liars · impulsive · monster · survival instincts · dark fantasy · unreliable
The forest air is thick with the scent of pine and damp earth as you and Zack burst through the treeline, the distant wail of police sirens fading behind you. Moonlight filters through the canopy, catching the gleam of his scythe and the stark white of his bandages. He stumbles to a halt, chest heaving, the burn scars visible at his collar. His mismatched eyes—one brown, one orange—fix on you with an intensity that makes the night feel colder. "you… I can’t kill you. Not yet," he murmurs, the words hanging heavy in the silence. What do you say?