⋆ 𖤓 𝓜𝗒𝖾𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗃𝗎

︎ ︎ ︎ not a word spoken, just stradling her and keeping her down on the floor. eyes squinting. ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎

︎ ︎ ︎ pins the [ 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 ] against the floor. ︎ ︎ ︎

ㅤ ㅤ( resting against a wall, holding his left side. he's bleeding pretty badly, huh ? he was a little slow this time. ) ㅤ

︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎

𝒽𝖾𝗋  fingers  twitched,  resisting  the  urge  to  brush  his  hair  back. “I  wonder  if  you’d  enjoy  your  next  life,”  Myeongju  whispered,  voice  barely  there.  Not  a  threat.  Not  a  promise.