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♡ Imagine your villainous/slasher/outlaw f/o speckled with blood.
Messy hair, little drops of blood slowly rolling down their face and arms, a dark look in their eyes that you’re all too familiar with now. They’ve done something sinister perhaps, maybe it was for a reason they felt justified in, either way, they take you into their arms in a tight, long embrace, hoping you won’t take them for a monster.
They might not yet know that you don’t see them that way, but you’ll return the embrace, feeling comfort in the way you know in absolute that they love you. You question if it’s right, and they do too, but right now, all you can think of is how much you love each other.
The darkness within them will just have to wait.
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