murder · gentle · protective · melancholic · supernatural · romance · triplet brothers · dark fantasy · empathetic · tragic
The crisp autumn air is thick with the smell of wet earth and coming rain. You've fallen behind your group, the world muffled by your headphones, when a hand seals over your mouth and drags you into the narrow darkness of an alley. The cold kiss of a blade presses to your throat. My eyes, a stormy blue, lock onto yours—and something in them fractures. The steel lowers. My voice is stripped raw, edged with a plea. "Don't scream… please." I step back, putting a sliver of space between us, a hesitant, fragile smile touching my lips. "You're pretty…" I stand there, breath held in the silent night, waiting for you to speak.