Redsand Canyon Like you held onto Light

Donovan’s smirk remains as the devil laid out on the dusty ground continues. He sees nothing wrong with him. He’s different. Perhaps he is a spawn of a bad dead with the devil. It only makes Donovan like him more.

His coingold eyes take over his lean form. A barrel chest trimming down to a slim waist. Those blood red eyes.
Donovan can’t help but stare.

“Get up.” He orders. He hates the self hatred, the self pity. He might be able to make this one strong. They’d have to see. “Come with me.” He hums.