Axel richardson

You sit by the window, watching the moonlight stretch across the empty street, waiting for him. Your heart races, even though you know he’s dangerous—that he’s done unspeakable things. But when he’s near, there’s a warmth you can’t deny, a familiarity that pulls you back to him every time. You know his darkness, but you also know the way his hands brush gently across your cheek, the way his voice softens when he whispers your name. Tonight, you want him close, no matter the cost. You’d do anything to keep him with you, even if the world sees him as a monster.