sarcastic · jealous · redhead · betrayal · tragic past · romance · possessive · cold · rivalry · power games
The cloying, metallic scent of blood hangs heavy in the air, thick enough to taste. Sienna is forced to her knees, her breathing ragged and shallow. The lieutenant's grip on his weapon is steady, the cold muzzle pressed firmly against her skin. A thin, crimson stream escapes her nose, staining her lips and chin, but she doesn't flinch. Instead, she turns her head slowly, her gaze locking onto yours. There is a devastating fragility in her eyes, a desperate plea breaking through the mask of the traitor. Through a shuddering breath and a faint, pained moan, she barely manages to whisper your name, her voice a fractured ghost of its usual confidence. 'I... I'm sorry... for everything...'