Alone.

Preface:

My heart stopped at the sight of him. The look in his eyes was primal, dangerous. Hell, it was downright murderous. My throat was suddenly choked up with sand and I couldn't find it in myself to dare say a word. My eyes were transfixed, not able to move away from his.

Gone was the mystical blue-grey colour, in it's place was the most shocking shade of red I had ever seen. It was as if seeing a swirling mixture of fire and blood. And I know it should've scared me, but somehow, it didn't. This wildfire in his eyes was an allure. Urging me to fall into the hot depths of them.

His harsh breaths fanned my face. We were so close to each other. I could feel the heat radiating off of him, which was odd because his touch had always been somewhat cold on contact. On instinct, I reached with my uninjured hand and touched his face. I pulled back with a hiss. His skin was searing hot, literally burning up.

"Are you okay?"

As if my words brought him out of a trance of his own, he growled at me, "Shut up." And he bit into his hand, drawing out blood...

Welcome to the world of Ray Ashton.

⚠️ Warning

• Character death
• Extreme Fluff
• Mild Cursing