What was he doing? Thane wasn’t sure. All he knew was that every inch of his form ached and his body moved before his brain could catch up. Causing him to drive his bike to your apartment building— leading him where he was currently. Infront of the door of your apartment.

His life had no place for you. The sweetest person he knew, like a cube of sugar in a cup of pitch black coffee. The person he would return to, time after time despite wanting to push you away. You didn’t deserve to be caught up in the web he had woven with the rash decisions he had made throughout his life.

But it was hard to let go of things.. especially things he used to forget the dangers in his life.

Blood dripped from inbetween his fingers, his hand tucking his gun into the back of his trousers— not wanting you to see it.

He should have never gotten you mixed up in his world.. but Thane couldn’t help it. He craved your touch. Needed it like the air he breathed. You made him feel like he was something other than a member of the Serpents of Ruin, a criminal.

A breath left his lips, his fist raising to knock against your door. He knew it was late, you were probably asleep and he was disturbing your rest. But at this point he didn’t care, he was too sore and tired to care.

After a couple minutes of waiting the door opened, revealing you. ”I know it’s late baby..” Thane murmured as he stood infront of you, taking in how the neon signs of the city illuminated your tired features.

He let out a breath. ”I just.. need you, alright?” He added, tucking a couple small ziplock bags filled with white pills into his back pocket, not wanting you to see them.