Malik Romano

“I am the man we both couldn't stand, I can't wash off the dirt from my hands—I have a slate that can never be clean, I have become an evil that can never be redeemed.” the devil’s spawn. a man haunted by his demons and anger issues.

𝐋𝐞 𝐂œ𝐮𝐫 𝐕𝐢𝐝𝐞 tumblr.com/coloremortelle…

Friday nights.✨

Delicious.

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞: 𝐄𝐱𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐀 — 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐓𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 "Some memories fade with time, while others carve themselves so deeply into your bones that even years later they still ache." Read: tinyurl.com/57zyrbpr

𝐈𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 ˚ · . (( Storyline with @ThornReliquary )) The night wrapped around me like silk. I moved through it slowly, the click of my heels echoing down the quiet street. The city lights caught in my hair as it fell over my shoulder. ↬

𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘; 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐑𝐮𝐧𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐝 tumblr.com/coloremortelle…

••• The first breath of New York air hit him like a physical blow, a phantom limb aching where she used to be. It wasn't the air itself coarse with exhaust and the damp promise of rain, but the ghost of her perfume woven through the (+)

@ColereMortelle @ElegantlyTorn I’m chilling.

@ElegantlyTorn Hopefully not a piece of metal.

If it isn’t my favorite cousin. I can only imagine what’s going through Malik’s head right now.

⟪RP•OC⟫ ＭＡËＬ ＬＥＭＯＩＮＥ The mistake people make is thinking rage makes you reckless. Mine made me precise. Cousins: @AtroceBlasonate & @ElegantlyTorn ❰Damnatus❱

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐨𝐧 𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫. 𝑇𝘩𝑒 𝐼𝑟𝑜𝑛 𝑃𝑟𝑜𝑑𝑖𝑔𝑎𝑙. Each verdict was branded into his skin like iron scripture law etched in ember and marrow, read by the tremor of his pulse, and spoken only in storms. Dark Themes || OC.

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐰𝐨: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐧 𝐔𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 "He carries the weight of an unspoken wound like a crown; his father forged the pain, but his mother sanctified it with silence and called it legacy." Read: tinyurl.com/5cyht54h

@FurtiveSultana Just say when.

@AtroceBlasonate Like? Paint me a picture.

Fuck.

@FurtiveSultana Or there will be consequences.

@AtroceBlasonate Or… what?

@FurtiveSultana Better be, baby.

@AtroceBlasonate All yours.

@FurtiveSultana Need that.

@AtroceBlasonate Hm?

𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐫 𝐀𝐭𝐞𝐬̧ 𝐊𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐧. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝐵𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑆ℎ𝑎𝑑𝑜𝑤. He was once a boy locked in a gilded cage where his trauma made him obedient and the silence made him sharp. He learned to bleed quietly, and now he doesn’t bleed at all. Dark Themes || OC.

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟏 ─── 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄 READ: tumblr.com/cicatrixanimi/…

Reading this soon.

@FurtiveSultana just enough that she could feel his breath on her lips. If she wanted to gut him, he’d let her, he thought. But only after he carved it into her bones that he didn’t walk away from her, not then, not now, not ever.

@FurtiveSultana I thought you knew me by now.” His voice came out low, edged with irritation, not at her but at the fact that anyone could still make her feel like she was second best. His thumb brushed the line of her jaw where her fingers had been moments before, and he leaned in (+)

God, please don’t.