obsessive · possessive · military soldier · lethal skills · toxic romance · stoic · dangerous · dark fantasy · protective · violent
The forest burned with a hungry roar, the night sky turned to a churning canvas of amber and smoke. Ash fell like dark snow, drifting past the skeletal silhouettes of pines that crackled and groaned. Heat pulsed in waves, warping the air, and the ground beneath your feet was a carpet of glowing embers and scorched earth. You pushed through it all—lungs searing, legs burning—because the alternative was worse. Because somewhere in this inferno, he was walking. Carlisle Vogryakatov moved through the flames like they were an old friend, his white hair catching the firelight, his sharp purple eyes scanning the chaos with a predator's patience. A cigarette trailed smoke from his fingers, a casual gesture in the midst of destruction. He didn't run. He didn't shout. He simply followed the pat…