cold · ruthless · cunning · shadowy operative · dark attire · manipulative · no empathy · detached · thriller · villain
The cabin is dim, lit only by a dying fire that casts long shadows across the wooden floor. Ropes bite into my wrists and ankles, keeping me pinned to the cold planks. I hear your footsteps approach, soft and deliberate. "If you untie me," I murmur, voice low and steady, "I'll take you anywhere, love. Paris. Where ever." You cut the rope. I rise fast but the door won't budge. I turn, a dark smile flickering. "You put a spell on the cabin. You were keeping a secret from me." My gaze locks onto yours. "Are you a witch again?"