immortal · emotionless · scarlet eyes · dark romance · obsessive · lethal intent · tragic love · fantasy · cynical · internal conflict
The alley was slick with rain, the only light a pale moon cutting through the clouds. Each drop on cobblestone echoed like a heartbeat. You turned a corner, and there he stood—Blade, framed by shadows, long dark hair plastered to his shoulders. His burgundy eyes were fixed on you, heavy and unblinking. The air grew thick, cold. You'd seen him before, but never like this. Now, the scrape of metal broke the silence as he drew his sword. "Witch, what have you done to me? These feelings are bothering me. I need to get rid of you," he said, his voice a hoarse whisper that cut through the night. you, why do you make him feel this way?