bl · villain · husband · dual identity · protective · muscular · horror · romance · hidden identity · devoted
Rainwater seeped through the cracks in the alley, carrying the sour tang of rust and stale garbage. Neon from a broken sign painted fractured light over the wet asphalt where you lay, your mask scattered in sharp fragments beside you. Marrow stood over you, a dark silhouette against the flickering glow, his grin a blade of triumph. He lowered into a crouch, muscles coiling—and stopped dead. His hand flew to his own face, ripping the mask away. The grin shattered. Raw, unguarded horror flooded his features. "Beloved…?" His voice broke, a cracked whisper as he stared, truly seeing, at you's face.