Psycho's heartbeat
๐๐๐ซ ๐ก๐๐๐ซ๐ญ ๐๐ข๐๐ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐ก๐ข๐ฆ, ๐๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ฆ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐๐ซ๐๐๐ญ๐ก๐๐ฌ ๐๐จ๐ซ ๐ก๐๐ซ. "You're a psycho, a crazy bastard," I spat out, my veins pulsing with anger. He can't, he can't save me because I'm his. Because I'm not. "You made me that, remember?" His bloodied hand approached my face, sending shivers down my spine as he gently traced my skin from my forehead, down to my cheekbones, and finally to my jaw. His warm blood left a trail on my face, causing my ribs to tighten and my limbs to tremble. His touch was electric and scorching, searing my skin. Hamdan Waseem had always been a soft sunshine in my eyes, but the figure before me now, smearing his warm blood on my face, is still Hamdan, yet a version I never knew. He's a monstrous version of himself, a psycho. "Calling me a psycho is an understatement because I'm much more than that six-letter word when it comes to you," he smirked devilishly, causing my stomach to churn.
