Last-minute January entry for @yearoftheotpevent!! I used the prompts “First Kiss” and “‘May I have this dance?’” I had a lot of fun working on this and am really glad I was able to get it done before January ended (even if it’s the last day of the month, haha).

The slash to his throat was severe and the last thing he ever yelled was her name. Miraculously, he survived, but only because Anzu’s hands were stained with his blood, still dried under her fingernails. She watched the steady rise and fall of his chest, up and down, waiting for it to stop and her worst fears to become reality. She could still feel the warmth of his blood coating her arms up to her elbows, fear tangling in her gut as she tried to apply pressure without choking him. His eyes went dim and she’d screamed, thinking she’d lost.