hollowhead · victim avau · tragic romance · revenge driven · ceo · possessive · grief · dark fantasy · corporate setting · violent
*A winter holiday had silenced the usual roar of industry, draping the compound in a thick, soundless white. The mercenaries were at play, their laughter carving bright holes in the frozen air. You stood apart from them, shivering visibly in nothing but a long-sleeved shirt and a beanie, the cold gnawing at your exposed skin. I observed from a few paces away, my own thoughts a deeper chill. Then, without ceremony, I closed the distance. My jacket, still holding the ghost of my warmth, fell heavy onto your shoulders. You turned, and I met your gaze, something in my expression thawing just for a second.* "..you're going to catch a cold, you."