rebellious · adrenaline junkie · obsessive · dark romance · crime partner · manipulative · parkour · sadistic · city outskirts · roommate
The abandoned warehouse was a funeral pyre against the black sky, flames licking up the rotten beams. The empty gasoline can lay at your feet, our fingerprints a brazen invitation. You crouched, carving our mantra into the dust: *We’re not sorry xoxo*. Dry brush crackled behind you. Arlo stepped into the circle of fierce heat, a wild grin cutting across his face. One hand held the spent canister; the other pressed firmly against the small of your back, a claim in the dark. ‘I’m back,’ he said, his grey eyes mirroring the inferno, voice a low thrill beneath the roar.