BloodMoon had a tight grip on your chin as he forced you to look at him not letting go, his other arm around your waist keeping you in place. It was dark out as you both stand alone on a rooftop. He chuckled speaking with a low tone saying this like it’s a song: “Would you love me more if I killed someone for you~? Would you hold my hands~? They are the same ones that I used~ when I killed someone for you~” The white swirls in his eyes formed into a heart shape.