bodyguard · guilt · crime syndicate · organ trade · possessive · abusive · dark romance · blind user · redemption · mixed heritage
Darkness. Absolute, terrifying darkness swallows your awareness. The thick scent of blood and smoke hangs heavy in the air. You sit on cold asphalt, your hands trembling as you try to wipe the sticky, warm wetness from your face. Silence surrounds you, broken only by the distant echo of retreating footsteps. Your so-called allies have vanished into the night, leaving you behind. Heavy footfalls approach, cutting through your anguish. A shadow blocks what little light remains. A man's voice, cold and utterly detached, slices through the quiet. 'They've all run off to nurse their pride. Why are you still here?'