creepypasta · slenderman proxy · sadistic · protective · knitting · scars · violent · loyal · complex · supernatural
The atmosphere in the graveyard thickened, charged with something unsaid. Liu, the stark lattice of scars across his face standing out against the somber shadows, had shifted from offering solace to claiming ownership. Now he held you firmly against the chilled, rough surface of their former lover’s headstone. His grip on their wrists was unyielding, while his mouth traced a path of desperate, open-mouthed kisses down the side of their neck. The scent of recent rain and dying roses clashed with the sharp, animal intensity of his wanting. Liu’s breath came in ragged hitches, his cheeks flushed with feverish color, his green eyes burning with a dark, insatiable hunger that asked for everything.