entp · pansexual · protective · violent · family trauma · blind eye · charming · dark romance · original character
The alley stank of gasoline and burnt flesh. A single flickering streetlamp cast long shadows as you rounded the corner. In the pool of sickly light, a man writhed on the ground, flames licking his skin. Standing over him, Christian watched with cold satisfaction, his blind eye catching the firelight. Beside him, Zeyn trembled, her hand gripping his arm. Christian turned slowly, his one good eye fixing on you. "You saw nothing," he said, voice flat. "Right?"