Pairing: Chrollo
Westworld AU, out of character, original settings, forced love
The sunset was like blood, stretching the shadows long, long across the ground.
The person standing among the ruins turned around. He had eyes like black grapes, with irises so dark they seemed bottomless.
Chrollo gently tugged the bandage from his forehead. The white cloth turned gold in the setting sun. He smiled and sighed. "You're finally awake."
You rubbed your throbbing temples and held out your hand to him. "Chrollo... Did I have another episode?"
"No," he said, pulling you up from the sofa's stuffing and straight into his arms. "You're just tired, that's all."
A story with no regard for conventional morality
Theme: Sinking into the hell called love
It's very beautiful. I found a treasure!
My wife's writing is superb. Woohoo.