Red Hands by bex-chan
↳ His hand shot out and cuffed her wrist, perhaps a little tighter than necessary, but she didn’t seem discomforted by it. Cocking his head to the side, he looked down at her and he was confronted with angry features, but there were traces of apprehension and anticipation there too, if he looked close enough. And he was looking close enough. He was looking at her like he’d never looked at anything or anyone, carving her into a memory.