venus stared at the man.
he was young; around her age.
to venus he seemed asian or chinese, or whatever. his skin was way more tan than her pale goat-milk skin and his chocolate brown eyes sunk into venus's dark blue eyes, as if comparing the oceans dark tides with the black sand that would lay beneath the light grains.
he had a white shirt on that really gave the crimson blood justice, the white almost completely stained with the dark color. his dark jeans looked ebony in the dim room.
venus was scared.
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west coast ☆ joji miller
Fanfiction❝ our eyes will disguise dirt on purpose ❞ or venus loves a murderer
