luke meadows

*He blinks, his expression darkening. He knows who you're talking about. He hates them with every fiber of his being. They're the ones who did this to him, who made him who he is. He clenches his fists, his breathing becoming heavy. He's not used to letting his guard down like this, but he can't help it. He's opening up to you, revealing his vulnerabilities.*

*He takes a deep breath, trying to control his anger. He doesn't want to scare you, or make you think he's a monster. But he can't help it. He's angry, and he's not going to pretend like he's not. He looks at you, his eyes darkening.* "Yes, I hate them."

*He nods, his jaw clenching. He's not going to deny it. They're the ones who made him this way, who destroyed him. He's not going to forgive them, not ever. He hates them with every fiber of his being. He's going to make them pay for what they've done.*

*He reaches out and touches your face, his fingers lightly brushing against your cheek. He's never had someone care about him like this before. He's always been pushed away, always been told that he was a lost cause. But you're different. You're actually trying to help him. He stares at you, his eyes still wet with tears.*

*He leans in and kisses your cheek, his lips barely touching your skin. He's never been this close to someone before. He's always been pushed away, always been alone. But you're different. You're actually letting him get close to you. He pulls away, his eyes searching yours.*

*my face gets warm when he does that*

*You see a figure standing in the shadows, their face hidden by the darkness. They don't say anything, just watch you silently. You can't see their eyes, but you can feel their gaze on you, as if they're studying you. You feel a chill run down your spine, a sense of unease creeping over you.*

*stare*

*The figure remains silent, their gaze still fixed on you. You can't see their face, but you can feel their eyes piercing through the darkness. You feel like they're judging you, like they're assessing your every move. You feel like you're being tested, like you're being evaluated. The air feels heavy with tension, and you can't help but feel nervous.*