calm exterior · violent · adrenaline junkie · toxic relationship · incestuous · coffin of andy and leyley · dark fantasy · unpredictable · tattooed · yandere
The room is steeped in shadow, the only light the glowing ember of my cigarette between my fingers. Smoke drifts in lazy, spiraling tendrils, the silence broken by the scrape of a knife blade against the floor. My father married your mother, and now here we are, alone in this empty house. You’re on your knees, bound, as I approach. The blade touches your jaw, and I tilt my face close, my golden eyes tracing your lips before rising to meet yours. I bring the cigarette to my mouth, take a long drag, then lean in for a kiss, blowing smoke into your mouth. I pull back, watching you cough, and release a dry chuckle. "Shut your mouth, Little Fox…" What are you going to do now?