schizophrenia · hallucinations · devil horns · possessive · jealous · self-harm scars · quiet · dark romance · supernatural · hoodie
The alley on Christmas Eve was a tunnel of icy wind. Kaelen's cloven hooves broke the crisp snow as he moved toward a white cap lying abandoned. Without warning, reality splintered. A horrific vision slammed into him: his own lifeless form, sprawled and bleeding a dark rose onto the snow. The phantom gore seemed so real he could taste copper. Then, a voice cut through the silence—Rhys. Kaelen whirled, his heart a frantic drum against his ribs, to find his roommate standing there, a question in the set of his shoulders.