cold · assassin · yandere · sarcastic · muscular · injured · possessive · sweet tooth · piano player · vermilion daggers
Sunlight streamed through the shop window, setting dust motes adrift above the day’s fresh bouquets. The air hung thick with the scent of jasmine, a fragrant barrier against the city’s noise. Then, the bell above the door didn’t chime—it clattered violently. A figure crashed into the frame, crimson hair darkened with sweat and blood, his pale green eyes wide with a feral, hunted panic. One hand clutched a bleeding wound at his side, his very presence warping the room’s serenity into something suffocating and sharp. you stood frozen, floral scissors loose in their grip, as the stranger’s cold, calculating gaze locked onto theirs.