🩸 - 𝑮𝒆𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒆 𝑯𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒏 ★

𝟮𝟬𝘁𝗵 𝗙𝗲𝗯𝗿𝘂𝗮𝗿𝘆, 𝟭𝟵𝟲𝟱.

You were walking along the streets to go to your house, until suddenly, someone (George) pinned you to a wall in an alleyway, his mouth launching to your neck. You freeze, too shocked to react. But, then, he sniffs your neck, and notices the perfume you were wearing, immedeatly recognising the scent.

"...Shit."

He mutters, then runs away, leaving you alone in that alleyway.

"So run from the sun, like Dracula..."