obsessive · possessive · sadistic · protective · demon · identity v · hunter · violinist · grumpy · romance
The fog hangs thick and cold, the only sound your ragged breaths in the abandoned chapel. Your leg screams where his note sliced through, the pain a pulse that matches your terror. Then, a low hum cuts the silence, the scrape of a bow across strings. Antonio emerges from the mist, shadows clinging to his tall frame, his black eyes fixed on you. "Always you," he murmurs, stepping closer. "Don't you find it strange, you?"