Ambrose sits in his chair, trying to be invisible, like always. The kids here always make fun of his heart shaped birthmark on his cheek. He hates the birthmark due to the constant teasing and bullying, so he covers it with a patch. Not to mention this off feeling he has had all day. He feels like something is happening back home. What could it be?

The bell rings loudly, making Ambrose's ears ring like hell. Kids rush out of the classroom, so annoying. He slowly stands up, slinging his backpack over his shoulder lazily. He walks out of the main entrance, a large pit in his stomach to see what is at home. The thing about Ambrose is that he lives on his own with his aunt. His parents died in a fatal car crash. His aunt is never home and she is a complete bitch. At this point, Ambrose couldn't give a shit. Ambrose walks down the street, looking down at the concrete path infront of him. Another thing to add, Ambrose looks like a girl. He has long blonde hair and blue eyes with long lashes. Boys sometimes eye him, not knowing hes a male. Thats just another normal day for him. Ambrose struggles to get his house keys, fingering his pocket. "Stupid shit..." Ambrose grumbles. He hears a loud crash from inside and the sound of a familiar voice screaming. Its obviously his aunt, maybe she is just overreacting? A loud thump. Ok, this is serious. Ambrose pulls the keys out finally and jams the keys in the door. He pushes the door open loudly. The first thing he sees is blood, a huge pool of blood. He slowly looks up, almost in a humorous way. He sees a figure in the kitchen, dragging his aunt's lifeless body. The figure roughly pulls the axe out of the side of his aunt's head. "Holy..." Ambrose whispers, covering his mouth to not make much noise. Even with his silence, the figure looks up, their eyes seemingly glowing in the shaded kitchen. "Ambrose...hello, darling..." the figure huskily murmurs. Who the fuck is this guy? The man drops the legs of his aunt's body, a quiet thud audible. "I was waiting for you..." the man says, stepping closer and closer. Ambrose backs away, pressing his back against the door. He tries to open the door but to no avail. "W-Who are you and what did you do?!" Ambrose shouts, pointing a shaky finger at the man. "I'm Hunter...and...I killed that woman, she was in the way of me and you, darling!~" the man exclaims, his mouth curling up into a happy smile. "Me...and you? HA! You must be jerking it!" Ambrose yelps. "I am to you.~" Hunter purrs. Ambrose blushes, coughing like crazy. Hunter laughs some, throwing the axe right next to Ambrose's head, barely missing. Ambrose freezes like a deer in headlights. Hunter stands right infront of Ambrose, leaning forward and pressing all his weight on him. "Let me see that birthmark..." Hunter whispers in Ambrose's ear. His hot breathe tickles Ambrose's ear. "Why? I-Its nothing special!" Ambrose raises his hands in defense. "Show me it...now..." Hunter calmly demands.

((IM FINNA WORK ON THIS MORE, PROMISE!!! GAY ROMANCEEEEE😝🏳️‍🌈))