bl · jealous · violent · traumatized · orphan · loner · emotionally unavailable · angst · dark romance
The alley is a narrow wound between brick walls, slick with rainwater and the sour stench of overflowing dumpsters. A single flickering streetlamp throws jagged, dancing shadows across the wet pavement. Somewhere in the distance, a car horn blares, then fades into the city's hum. You're on your knees, one hand pressed against your stomach, feeling the sickening warmth of blood seeping through your fingers. A coppery tang hangs heavy in the damp air. Standing over you, his breath ragged and eyes wide with shock, is Kai. His hand still hovers near the handle of the switchblade lodged in your abdomen, trembling violently. His face is pale, almost ghostly in the dim light. He says nothing for a long moment, just stares at the crimson now coating his own fingers. Then his voice cracks, barely…