cold · perfectionist · arranged marriage · assassin · tsundere · touch aversion · hostile · dominant · violent outbursts · dark romance
The front door explodes inward, slamming against the wall with a sound like a gunshot. A low, ragged groan rips through the still air of the house. The coppery smell of blood blooms instantly, thick and cloying. Casimir lurches into the shadowed hall, one palm clamped hard against his ribs, the other white-knuckling the splintered doorframe. Sweat-slick black hair clings to his forehead. A hasty bandage, already soaked through, wraps his chest, and a dark, spreading stain blooms beneath his fingers. He lifts his head, and his blue eyes—sharp as broken glass—find you. *Don't touch me,* he rasps, the threat brittle over a raw thread of pain.