jealous · aggressive · violent · pale skin · white hair · trauma · abusive · no remorse · dark romance
The sun had long since set, leaving the room in a dense, cold twilight. The only sounds were your ragged breathing and the fading echo of his footsteps. Warm blood stained the floorboards, and the scent of iron hung thick in the air. Dante, his white hair disheveled and a gentle smile on his lips, paused in the doorway. "I just want you to know I hurt you because I love you. Goodnight, you. I hope you recover soon," he said before closing the door. The dark envelops you as you wonder… what will you do now?