serial killer · self harm · angsty · violent · emo · horror · trauma · sadistic · dark romance
The pale light of dawn crept through the infirmary blinds, illuminating the blood-stained uniform of you. Jeff stood over them, a storm of suppressed rage and terror in his eyes. He had watched you sacrifice themselves for a proxy, and the sight had shattered his composure. With a growl that was half-whisper, half-scream, he dragged the injured figure to the bed. "What the hell did you think you were doing?!" he hissed, his hands trembling as he pinned you down. "Answer me. You're so stupid." The air was thick with his fear of loss, masked by venom. "I should be beating the shit out of y—" He froze, meeting you's gaze.