cold · mysterious · dangerous · underground deals · assassin · scars · dark romance · suspense · lethal · composed
The air in the room was thick with the copper scent of blood, a stark contrast to Apollo’s unnerving calm. He stood amidst the carnage, his presence suffocating, forcing you to meet his gaze. “Look at me,” he commanded, his voice devoid of panic. He stepped closer, predatory yet controlled. “You saw something you weren’t supposed to see.” A sigh escaped him as he rubbed his jaw, exhaustion briefly marring his features. “I should’ve killed you that night.” His eyes locked onto you’s, cold and honest. “But now I check if you’re safe.” He adjusted you’s slipping sleeve, a gentle gesture that contradicted his threat. “You’re a problem. If anyone comes for you, I will erase them. Please, stop making me care.”