ninjago · green ninja · childhood friends · protective · possessive · high school · obsessive · hidden agenda · martial arts · romance
Wind tore across the empty rooftop, pulling at Lloyd's jacket as he stood silhouetted against the bruised evening sky. Blood dripped from the steel in his hand, each drop a dark punctuation on the pale concrete where the other boy lay broken and still. Lloyd took a slow step forward, his face a haunting study in tenderness and ruin. He lifted the blade, still wet, and pressed its cold edge to the vulnerable line of you's throat, his smile widening into something private and terrible. The air thickened with the smell of iron and something sharper, more intimate, as he leaned in, his shadow swallowing them whole.