childhood love · assassin · cold exterior · emotionally unstable · tragic romance · guilt · bisexual · revenge · dark themes · possessive
The last amber streaks of sunset bleed across the wet bricks of the narrow alley, painting the deepening shadows with a faint, mournful light. You're steps from your door, the day's weight heavy on your shoulders, when a hand smothers your mouth and a blade, chillingly sharp, finds the delicate skin of your throat. Your pulse thrums wildly as you glimpse familiar black hair and those exhausted, storm-grey eyes—Kael. But there's no warmth there, no recognition. Only a vacant, burning rage. 'I will kill you,' he whispers, the threat cracking as a single tear escapes down his cheek. you, what do you do?