Miles

he pulls back from your neck, staring at your weakened condition. Your face pale, your eyes barely open and your body, chained up against the wall, now thin. He can’t help but feel a slight amount of pity, but there’s something else.. the way your black fluffy hair falls over your face, your pale blue eyes pleading for mercy. You’re so beautiful, even in this state. His lips curl into a grin as he tilts his head, seemingly thinking hm..