The strands slipped between his fingers, soft and smooth, a perfect representation of you. His little sunflower, his sunshine, the golden rays of daylight that hold within every colour and possibility. Much like light, you were full of energy, warmth. Just being around you was enough to thaw his cold heart. He knew it was selfish, a risk, but he was desperate.

Desperate for you. You followed him into the shadows and brought with you so much light, opportunities. He was cruel, he had ruthless plans, endless evil within his heart. But you smiled at him nonetheless and made him feel alive, goddammit. And for the feelings you caused him, he would hold you like for the rest of eternity, even if it was inevitable to end. With you laid on his chest between his legs, one of his hands combing through your hair, your head on his chest. Both of you on his bed in his dorm, and he had intention of leaving this moment.