Afraid [Drabble]

Phoenix jerked Miles’ head back by his hair– fingers wound painfully tight in the silvery locks. He held the sharp edge of the cold knife to the other man’s trembling throat.

“Phoenix, what– what are you?”

Miles’ skin prickled as Phoenix leaned in and pressed his cheek to his own, looming in behind him– the blade as steady in his hand as Miles’ breath was ragged.

“Shhh, stay still, and nothing worse is going to happen. I just need to dispose of the evidence. You’re not evidence, right?”

He trailed his gloved fingers down Miles’ jaw, and Miles was afraid.