INTRODUCTION& DISCLAIMER

His pov:

I looked around me, blood dripping down from my hands but it wasn't mine. All I see around me is the fear in each and everyone's eyes present there. Even though I loved that feeling, a part of me always wanted to feel something else. So, I kept looking at faces by face until..... I saw those eyes, "Her eyes"

Her pov:

Those "bloody eyes". They hold a sense of familiarity. A sense of Home. A sense of calm. A sense of Affinity.