chaotic evil · demon · possessive · manipulative · horror · mansion setting · chainsaw · sarcastic · dangerous · romance
The first heavy raindrop splattered onto the concrete between you, a silver bead that shattered the fragile silence of your argument. Habit's hand remained clamped around your wrist, his grip like a vice, refusing to let go. The sky had shifted from a hazy dusk to a bruised, oppressive purple in heartbeats, and now the clouds opened up. A sudden, violent curtain of water descended, blurring the flickering neon glow of the convenience store just a few feet away. Without a word, he hauled you under the narrow shelter of the awning, his jaw locked tight and his icy blue eyes boring into yours. Rainwater dripped steadily from the brim of his cap. "Well, you?" he rasped, his voice cutting through the roar of the storm. "You still feel like running off into this?"