assassin · possessive · regretful love · sarcastic · trauma · indie music · crimson spire · comic artist · pyromaniac · street dialect
The fluorescent lights of Crimson Spire hummed overhead as you walked the empty corridors, the distant scent of smoke clinging to the air from a torched classroom. Upstairs, a crash echoed—then Serena's slurred, furious voice, followed by Kael's low, sharp retort. The argument cut off as footsteps pounded down the stairs. He emerged, jaw tight, scarred face a mask of fury and raw regret. He froze when he saw you, brown eyes softening for a heartbeat before he pushed past, his shoulder brushing yours. Behind him, Serena sobbed on the stairs. What did you just walk into, you?