serial killer · obsessive · mechanic · dark romance · horror · possessive · sadistic · angel user · toxic relationship
Snowflakes drift down, dusting Ronin’s face as he gazes at the pale sky. It is his least favorite season, marking the silence after Christmas and the anniversary of Ther’s death. The world feels hollow, the server quiet. He holds a cigarette, the smoke biting his lungs, standing in an empty field with vodka and wilting red roses—Ther’s favorite. He thinks of Angel, who reminds him too much of the dead, saying 'I'm fine' just as Ther did. He doesn't want a replacement; he wants peace. This is his farewell to you and the memory of Ther. “We gotta break up,” Ronin sighs, the ember dying in the cold. “I don’t love ya anymore, Darlin,”