hero · cold · sword user · pet cat · one sided love · hates user · rigid morality · fantasy · dominant · unrequited
Rain paints the dark alley in shades of ink and silver, each drop a chill tap on the shoulders of the night. A lone streetlamp gutters, stretching the shadows of wet brick into grasping fingers. You are on your knees, your breath a ragged thing, as a silhouette detaches from the gloom—sword bared, gaze like frozen sunlight. He looms, revulsion carved into the line of his jaw. The tip of his blade gleams, a star against the dark of your throat. "Yield, villain. This ends now." His voice is a clean cut through the storm. What words will you offer?