“What was that for?” A breathless Y/N Y/L/N pulled away from her heated make out session with her boyfriend, Brett Talbot.
Brett rested his forehead against hers, and smiled. “I don’t know. I just love you.” He expressed. They’ve been dating for about six months, which means they haven’t said the ‘l’ word yet. Well- until now.
“I love you too, idiot.” Her smile brightened the dark room, as he planted his lips upon hers once again.
When he looked into her dark eyes, and saw that her lips were poised between a laugh and silence, he learned the most important part of the language that all the world spoke–the language that everyone on earth was capable of understanding in their heart. It was love.
A lovely girl with her dark red lips, perfectly tousled hair. She never had it tossed back in a ponytail unless she were nervous or irritated, and it was most notable that during exams she would take her hair up only to let it down again multiple times. Her makeup only accentuated how utterly dangerous she could be, intimidating in her looks that never seemed to soften– perfectly groomed brows to match beautifully lined eyes. Some whispered of the fact that they’d never seen her without makeup, while others would comment that there was something rather ‘whore-ish’ about that red lip stain she frequented. Always pure, always flawless.
When he first bends to kiss her, his body tightly coiled, his jaw clenching, his eyes wild, she knows.
But, he doesn’t.
So he pushes, presses his lips against hers, his love against the darkness that lives in her veins. He kisses her in the cold, hollow shell of her home and he tries. He tries to fill the rooms with warmth, he tries to bring her empty eyes back to life. He tries to pull her back from the demon that had claimed her.