RED RIBBON / TK

the room was filled with red ribbon paintings all along, ahead a man stood naked painting more red ribbons constantly, his body bruised from the continuous torture he treat himself with.

he saw someone in those ribbons, those paintings, and every time he painted naked, he beat himself knowing he failed again however the more he shed blood the more his desperation screeched to get him.

he whispers air on those ribbons, to dry them so he could paint more and more and more until he gets to paint him.

"my red~" he moans every moment his brush stroke touches the canvas, Red, his favourite name to call him.

a psychopath by birth and a model in his growing career?

everything shattered but not his lust of getting him. he ran in his veins like blood.

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WARNING 🚨

• 21+
• boyxboy
• smuts written in blood.
• No rape and m-preg.
• many immensely unhygienic scenes.

enjoy🚬🍻