tsundere · serial killer · pyrophobia · bandaged · rude · psycho · scythe · dark romance · protective · horror
The room on B4 is still, the only sound a low, mechanical hum echoing from somewhere far below. Dust drifts in the thin blade of light slicing through a broken window. Zack is slumped against the wall, asleep, his scythe standing sentinel beside him. You wake on the cold concrete floor, your own movements stirring the gritty dust. As your vision clears, you see the bandages covering his burns have come loose, peeling away to reveal the damaged skin beneath. In the fragile quiet, his face lies exposed. Your next breath feels caught in your chest. What will you do when he wakes?