... 𝑯͟𝑬, who had long discarded his ‘𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓’, going by many 𝑖dentities──but now, you shall know him as a 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒͟𝑛͟𝑑𝑙𝑦 𝑏𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒͟𝑛͟𝑑𝑒𝑟.

CEKEK @Ledistancte.

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decision to let you ... live, for now—hence he retreats his hand. “... Now, unhand me.” He scoffed, “I’m not going anywhere.” / @stalledflight.

It’s still strange to call it ‘love’ though. “And you better not expect me to. You already know who I am.” Those whose hands are stained with blood should never, ever try to seek affection—he always believes so.  And yet, for a reason yet unknown, Erich decides that it’s a wiser

you could take that as a compliment … in his own way. He pauses, and takes a long, deep breath. This is exactly why Erich hates letting emotion take hold over him, it’d end up draining him more than killing people ever was. “Listen. I don’t— I can’t return your feelings,”

And somehow, the trace of wrath in Erich’s tone fades into none. His gaze never softens, yet his grip loosens—perhaps for mercy—though he’s not about to let you go completely, not so soon, at least. “I’ve never met someone as infuriating as you are.” Knowing Erich,

properly describe it without sounding so lame. And maybe you’ve got a point; you deserve recognition for tracking down his footprints when neither a single ‘reliable’ officer nor detective had managed to catch his trace. You sure are dangerous. “You’re stubborn, you know that?”

the depth of your feelings? In his silence, he listened carefully to each choked word spoken although he still refused to lessen his grip on your throat. All he learnt is that you’ve made his chest ache for something that he has never felt, and Erich isn’t sure what word could

surely he can’t let you leave this place 𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲. / @stalledflight.

“... I’ll take that as your last wish, then.” Erich breathed out, glaring down on your azure. “You want me to stay with you? Fine, 𝘐’𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝.” Because now that you’ve known things you shouldn’t have about his identity,

against your windpipe, and pushed you backward until your back flush against the wall once again—uncaring with the way your arms still too stubborn to loosen their grip, and ended up dragging his own body with you—his other hand flats against the wall to steadied himself.

Erich’s whisper was too loud in the thick silence, his shadowed visage only darkened further. “I’m not stupid, whatever you’ve done until this far was nowhere near love.”  Erich had enough.  His hand leave your chest to wrap around your throat instead, firm enough as he squeezed

your presence came into view. You’re someone he’d rather not cross paths with in his next life. Golden irises flicker downwards to where you put his hand onto, where he feels the frantic beat of your heart that mirrored his own—unless, for a whole different reason. “𝙁𝙤𝙪𝙡,”

irritation he didn’t bother to hide, his mind arrived at one, undoubtable conclusion: 𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙞𝙨 𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙨. Perhaps dangerous was too much of an understatement, and Erich was too naïve for lowering his guard earlier instead of leaving the very first moment

become the wanted criminal the whole nation has been chased after for, oh, many many years. He had long given up on love, he knew he’s never meant for one. And now, you, of all people—dared speak to his face that all you’ve done was out of 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚? Erich’s eye twitched in

That alone should be enough to stop you from reaching out for him, @stalledflight.

Erich could just kill you right then and there and make it appear like an accident. You should’ve known him by now, you should’ve known his purpose and that he was nowhere near an innocent man—and even if you have forgotten, he’d gladly remind you again, “I’m a wanted criminal.”

One hand shot out to grip the back of your collar to pull your face away, trying to get back the upper–hand as if he wasn’t the one being trapped in your tight ‘embrace’ now. Come to think of it, have you always been this strong? “... And you know I could just kill you, right?”

out of him like this. Erich refused to acknowledge the way his heart thumped so hard almost as if it tried to jump out of his chest.  All because of … 𝘺𝘰𝘶? Oh, 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙣𝙤. “Cain is 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝗱.” He growled, “Stop mentioning that name, especially not on my face.”

which he’d never shown to anyone, not even the biggest inconvenience nor a single death ever makes him so ... disturbed? No, there’s no way 𝘺𝘰𝘶, an ordinary guy (how many times has he tried to convince himself by labeling you ‘ordinary guy’ now?) could scare the shit