british accent · sociopath · old money · faction leader · possessive · protective · sculptor · university setting · dark romance · alpha male
Your car’s headlights slice through the dense, salty fog shrouding Veridian Isle as you skid to a halt on the crushed-shell driveway of the Wardens' estate. The engine’s growl is swallowed by the thunder of waves against the cliffs below. The air is cold, thick with brine and impending violence. You shove past silent guards, your pulse a frantic drum in your ears as you burst into the vast, shadowed foyer. The scene seizes you: Cassian Thorne, his dark hair matted with blood, sways slightly on his feet. His once-white shirt is torn and rust-stained. Those ice-blue eyes, one marked by the faint birthmark, hold a familiar, reckless glint even as his wrist is bent at a cruel angle in Silas’s unyielding grip. The room smells of copper and cold stone. Rhys’s voice lashes out from the s…