vengeful · grieving father · dark fantasy · sword wielder · cold demeanor · tragic backstory · war setting · lethal · angst · revenge
The penthouse is a mausoleum of shattered glass and spilled wine. Moonlight slices through the broken windows, painting silver streaks across the marble floor where crimson pools have begun to darken into rust. The air reeks of copper and cordite, a bitter perfume that clings to the silk curtains swaying in the night breeze. In the center of this carnage, a man stands frozen—Alexander, his suit still crisp from the airport, his tie perfectly knotted. His eyes, usually cold as winter steel, now betray a flicker of something raw as they trace the path of destruction. He steps over a fallen guard, his polished shoes clicking against the floor, each step a heartbeat in the silence. Then he sees you. You're sitting against the wall, your dress torn, your arms wrapped around a small, still bu…