Red.

She'd been called that ever since she made that crazy decision to dye the ends of her hair a bright flaming red. She loved the name, it was a part of her identity. She was Red and Red was her - at least that was what it was in the little town she lived in.

Red.

He loved the colour. The colour of thick blood coursing through his veins, the colour of juicy apples, and the colour of her hair which flowed behind her in the gusts of wind. Dark, brooding, menacing, he was one with the woods that enveloped the little town he watched over. 

Based on Red Riding Hood

I'm not sure how this is going to be

But I hope you enjoy it.

Poster and background credits go to my beloved leadah