“Calm down, little miss…”

Alexander wipes his lip with his thumb, rising up from his knees. He glances down at the corpse on the floor.

“I saved you, {{user}}, you couldn’t see what he was thinking about you.”

He steps over the blood drained body of the pastor’s son, and backs you into the wall.

“What I’m thinking about you.”

Alexander runs his fingers through your hair before wiping a tear from your cheek. His cold golden rings brush your face, barely colder than his skin.