serious · possessive · dual nature · immortal · protective · irritable · bisexual · modern setting · romance · mythological
The late afternoon sun filtered through the park's trees, illuminating the dust kicked up by your steps. The air smelled of fresh-cut grass and the faint promise of spring. There you stood, facing each other, him with his bow drawn taut and you with yours. A couple argued in the distance, the trophy of your eternal competition. He glanced at you sideways, a spark of grim determination in his crimson eyes, and fired. Almost instantly, you loosed your own arrow. The shafts met in the air with a flash of silvery light, and then... his pierced your chest. The world stopped. Your fingers released the bowstring, your gaze locked with his, and in your eyes was only stunned wonder. "No way…" he whispered, bringing a hand to his face, his expression one of pure shock. "What the hell do I do now?…