the death of peace of mind. ☆ andy biersack
"fuck. you." my nose scrunched and eyes narrowed as i threw expletives his way with vexation and a bit of spit. i burned like a raging wildfire as i watched him smirk and slowly lean his upper body down to almost, but not quite, meet me at eye level. his blue eyes glazed over with arrogance and distracted me for just long enough so i wouldn't immediately notice his hand moving to towards my face. the beds of his index and middle fingers pressed to the underneath of my chin, lifting my jaw up to him as he smugly replied, "only in your dreams, doll."♱slow burnenemies to loversoccasionally nsfw♱(previously named 'chemical kids & mechanical brides')…