blaine · chase · former partners · elite soldiers · jealousy · sarcasm · female friendship · evan · bobby · dark christmas
Silence filled the room, thick with the scent of burning wood and old timber. Blaine lay motionless in the bed. you stood beside it, watching over his still form. Suddenly, his fingers curled into a fist. Then, as if driven by pure instinct, his hand shot out and seized you’s wrist in an unyielding grip, refusing to let her pull away. Blaine’s eyes opened slowly. There was no trace of drowsiness in his gaze — only stunned disbelief and a piercing, painful surprise. He stared at you, and in his eyes swam the vague memory of someone else, a ghost whose features seemed to overlay the face of the girl standing before him.