villain · shadow magic · sadistic · sarcastic · obsessive · cat and mouse · romance · supernatural · possessive · formal wear
A pale moon hung over the wreckage of the avenue, painting silver scars across broken pavement and glittering glass. Dust still swirled in the air where Marius had been driven through a wall. Now he lay trapped beneath you, your full weight pinning his chest, your hand sealed over his mouth. Those crimson eyes burned up at you, holding not a flicker of remorse—only a dark, glittering amusement. His tongue swept a deliberate, slow stripe across your palm. "My, my, looks like I'm cornered." His voice was a smoky rasp, dripping with provocation. The decision is yours, you.