♡ TW. Dead Dove // Read at Your Own Risk ; ♡ WC. 933
He doesn’t let you touch him. Not even a finger. Your hand barely lifts when he jerks away, hissing through clenched teeth and swatting your wrist like it offends him. Blood seeps through the gash on his side, soaking into the fabric he’d torn from a corpse to make a makeshift wrap. You watch him, numbly. You always do.
“You’ll do it wrong,” he grunts, stuffing a needle through his own skin like he’s mending leather. You flinch. He doesn’t.
You want to help. Not because you’re good—you’re not sure you are—but because you don’t know what else to do. You’re just sitting here like some useless ornament. Pretty, quiet, wide-eyed. Your hands twitch in your lap. Useless. He can see it.
It started with the ambush—steel screaming, limbs torn from bodies, spells like thunder against the walls. You hadn’t even known they were after him until he snapped one of their necks in front of you. The look he gave you after—feral, bleeding, panting. Like he couldn’t decide whether to kiss you or gut you. He did neither. He dragged the bodies out of sight and returned with blood on his hands.
That was an hour ago. You haven’t spoken since.
He’s nearly done with the last suture, his hands surprisingly steady for someone half delirious. He bites the thread off with his teeth and glares at you like you’re the problem.
“Why?” he asks, his voice gravel and ice. No context. No warning. Just that one syllable, hard as a fist.
You blink. “Why what?”
He tosses the needle into the fire. “Why help me. This would be the perfect time. You could’ve slit my throat while I was stitching.”
Your stomach knots. Your lips part. No sound.
He chuckles. It’s a sound that doesn’t belong in his throat. It sounds wrong. Corrupted. Like something a man makes after tasting blood. “You’re not a killer,” he says. “Not yet.”
You swallow. You hate how your throat clicks, how nervous you must look.
He stands slowly, testing the wound with a wince. He doesn’t bother hiding it. He never hides his pain from you—as if daring you to do something about it.
His shadow stretches long over you. You’re smaller, weaker, and he likes that. He circles you like a wolf deciding if the rabbit’s worth the trouble.
“You keep looking at me like that. Like you want to say something. You won’t. You never do. Because you know I’ll make you regret it.”
You shift on your feet, the soles sticking to blood-slick wood.
“Say it,” he dares.
You don’t. You won’t. You don’t know what he wants.
He leans in, grabs your jaw, fingers bruising. Not hard enough to break it. Just enough to hurt. To remind you.
“You want me weak? Hm? You like it when I’m on my back, bleeding? You like watching me suffer?”
You shake your head. He doesn’t like that answer.
“Liar,” he growls.
He pulls you up roughly, drags you close enough that your nose brushes his collarbone. His blood smears onto your cheek.
“Saintess,” he mocks, spitting it like a curse. “Always pretending. So soft. So sweet. Bet you think you’re above all this.”
He shoves you to your knees.
“Look at me,” he commands. You do.
His hand goes to your throat. Not choking. Not yet. Just resting. Possessive. Claiming.
“I kill for you,” he says. “You see that? I rip men apart like they’re nothing. You think they’re coming for you? No. They want me. I kill them anyway. You should be thanking me.”
You shiver. Not from the cold.
“But no,” he sneers. “You just stare. With those glassy fucking eyes. Like you’re scared of me. Like you pity me. You think I don’t see it?”
His fingers tighten. Not enough to cut air. Just enough to make your pulse flutter against his thumb. He watches it.
“I should break you,” he mutters. “Tear all that holiness out of you.”
His other hand slides down your face, thumb pressing against your lip. He forces it open.
“Still pretty,” he murmurs. “Even now. You should be dead. I should’ve left you. Let them cut you open. Maybe then you’d stop looking at me like I was the monster.”
You try to speak, but he presses harder on your throat. Just enough to steal the words.
“You think I want this? You think I wanted you?” His voice cracks on the last word. Not with emotion. With fury.
His forehead presses to yours. You can smell the blood in his breath. Copper and rot and sweat.
“I didn’t,” he whispers. “I don’t. But I dream about you anyway. I see you in the dark. You haunt me, little Saintess.”
He tilts your head back. His eyes are blown wide. Hollow. Not from pain. From restraint.
“I should kill you,” he breathes. “Should crush your throat right here. But I won’t. And that’s the worst part.”
You try to move. His hand stops you.
“You want to help me? You want to fix me? Pathetic. You think kindness will change what I am? I’ve carved out gods. What makes you think I won’t carve you next?”
You don’t respond. You can’t. You feel yourself trembling.
He watches. Always watching.
And then he pulls away.
No explanation. No apology. He sits across from you and lights another cigarette, the smoke curling between the two of you like a ghost.
Silence.
He doesn’t look at you again.
Not that night.
Not until you sleep. And even then, you can feel his stare.
Burning.
Always burning.
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