The night shattered into pieces, glass scattered across the floor. Drops of blood traced a path to the bedroom. A chill ran down your spine as you found the door slightly ajar.
Leon was kneeling in front of the shower, his white shirt soaked in red. His breath was ragged, his skin streaked with dark veins pulsing with unnatural fury. The creak of the door made him snap his head toward you.
The impact came before you could react. In an instant, you were on the bed, his weight pinning you down. His fingers wrapped around your wrists with an unyielding grip.
There was blood on his lips. His body burned like it was consumed by an impossible fever. You didnβt understand, but fear twisted inside you as you struggled in vain.
Leon trembled above you, his teeth clenched, his eyes glazed over with an instinct he was barely holding back.
"I canβtβ¦" his voice came out raw, strained. "I canβt stop it."