Brendon Urie Imagines [✔️]

#26: Knives Leave Scars (requested)

this imagine was requested by @longlivebrentrick

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*Brendon's pov*

My girlfriend, Zaira, and I quietly snuck through a recently abandoned house, silently checking all the rooms for our next victim or victims.

We heard people coming so Zaira and I both hid in places that were easy to come out of. Zaira hid behind a big dark green curtain — a classic — and I hid in an armoire with one of the doors cracked open. I saw two figures walk into the room. One of the figures was close to the armoire I was in so I swiftly pulled out a knife opened the door of the wardrobe. I tackled the person close to me before stabbing them in the side of the neck, with the knife I had. I looked up to see that Zaira had killed the other person.

"Nice one, babe," I said to her.

"Thanks, you too," she said back.

We both pulled out knives out of our victims. I stood up and walked over to Zaira and wrapped my arm around her. I pushed a piece of her brown hair behind her ear before pressing my lips to hers. I felt the cold metal of her nose piercing brush against my nose. We pulled away and smiled at each other.

"Let's go before we get caught," Zaira said.

"But we never do," I smirked.

"Just in case though," she added.

"I love you," I smiled.

"I love you too," she repeated back to me.