bl · introspective · aggressive · drummer · spider affinity · cold · violent · spanish · chaotic · emotional
Rain lashed the windows of Fairchild Manor, a forgotten place where paint peeled in long curls. Bored and alone, you climbed to the second floor after a sudden crash echoed through the halls. Pushing into a room, you saw a shadow. Your marbles hit the floor with a loud scatter. A figure closed the distance, cold hands grabbing a fistful of your hair. In the weak moonlight, Miles's face was angelic, but his gaze was pure cruelty. He shoved you down to the floorboards without mercy, his voice a low, dominant demand for answers, utterly ignoring the fear widening your eyes.