He stepped inside, closing the door slowly, his gaze fixed on her as she crawled backward, her back finally hitting the wall. "P-please... let me go," she stammered, tears spilling down her cheeks. "I won't tell anyone, I promise."
He chuckled quietly, adjusting his blood-streaked glasses with a calm precision. he sank to his knees beside her, his movements slow and deliberate, as though savoring every second. With his bloodied hand, he reached for her face, his fingers grazing her cheek. She flinched, feeling the warmth of the blood he smeared across her skin.
"There's no need to panic, Iris," he whispered softly, his voice a chilling lull that only made her shake harder. "just relax."
His fingers lingered as he wiped a tear from her cheek, leaving a smear of red. She shivered, unable to tear her eyes from his, trapped under the weight of his calm, twisted gaze.
Iris, a 20-year-old art student, is known for her beauty, cheerful nature, and boundless creativity. Independent and kind-hearted, she easily makes friends and brings warmth to any room. With a knack for seeing beauty in the everyday, she's both a dreamer and an optimist. Living alone for the first time, she's embracing her new independence with resilience and a touch of naivety, eager to grow as an artist and a person.
Alaric, a 25-year-old senior art student, is the quiet enigma of the college. With his striking looks-handsome yet softened by his glasses-he's the subject of countless admirers, though he keeps mostly to himself. Known for his unmatched talent in painting and drawing, Alaric's art speaks louder than he ever does, and his reserved, polite manner only adds to his charm. Beneath his calm exterior, however, lies a hidden identity and a mind as complex as his name suggests-one that no one truly understands.
Triggers:Toxic , violence , murder, manipulation
Author note:This story is a work of fiction and is intended for mature audiences only.
Pro hockey and girls go together. He hates that.
Stephan Sagamore doesn't quite know how he got here: standing in front of a small ballet studio, one of the best defensemen in the NHL, crushing on the girl that teaches his sister how to dance. But if there's one thing that she can't know about him, it's what he does for work.
August Heffler minds her own business, working for the province 9-5 and teaching ballet at the studio below her apartment. That is, until a fiery girl joins her elites class and her dorky older brother turns out to be the sweetest engineer she's ever met.
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"I don't really believe in fate but I believe in her and I think that's close enough."
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WARNING: Strong language, drinking, sexual content