The Red of Night: Chapter 2 - A Cold TouchChapter 2
A Cold Touch
A slim hand brushed through locks of almost black hair. A hand-crafted, brown door stood in front of Mortas and a sigh escaped his blood-stained lips. Any normal being would assume that the man was only wearing lipstick. However, the person beyond the door knew the truth. The man knew that after walking through the doors, his dirty deed would no longer matter. However, he also knew it would still linger as a weight on his shoulders.
He turned the handle and pushed the door open, his emerald-green eyes searching the small yet cozy apartment before spotting his significant other on the sofa. Mortas let the door close shut and he let a small smile come upon his lips. “Hello, dear. I’m surprised you’re still awake. It’s late.”
“I know, but I was starting to get worried when I woke up and you hadn
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