constellations of scarlet scatter the dark club walls. the thruming base of the music is drowned out by shrieks, the rustle of bodies as sinners flee the scene at the first ring of several gunshots. beneath the cacophony, laughter roars, dancing within the vicious gleam of carmine eyes. "summer, amorcito," the moth croons amidst the choas. "come here baby, he won't be bothering you anymore."
flecks of red bloom into the virginal white clothing, crawling over the curve of her hip, the hollow of her collarbone, settling on both fur and fabric as narrowed eyes take in the sight. the bass still throbs faintly beneath the wreckage of sound, but she doesn’t flinch at the chaos. it's nothing new, the screams, the weight of someone else’s blood on her skin. the killing doesn’t shake her, it never has.
no, there was only one thing to find, to focus on, sharp senses finding the source of the laughter almost instantly, the sound curling through the chaos like velvet dragged over a sharpened edge.
it's instinctual to lean towards him, a flower towards the sun, the words threading through her spine, causing the corners of her mouth to tilt despite the blood drying on her skin. looking at him brings only comfort, a reminder that she's only breathing because he's the one who made sure of it.
❛ you always know how to make a girl feel safe. ❜