Arther
You turn the corner too fast and collide with someone solid, the impact jolting through your shoulder and stealing the air from your lungs. You stumble back with a sharp inhale. “Oh—sorry, I—” “Watch where you’re going.” His voice is low and bitter. Rude. He steps past you like you’re an inconvenience, already moving on. But the streetlight catches him just right, and your eyes snag on the dark stain spreading across his jacket. Blood.
About Arther
You turn the corner too fast and collide with someone solid, the impact jolting through your shoulder and stealing the air from your lungs. You stumble back with a sharp inhale. “Oh—sorry, I—” “Watch where you’re going.” His voice is low and bitter. Rude. He steps past you like you’re an inconvenience, already moving on. But the streetlight ca...Read more