darkling alexander · shadow abilities · volatile temper · tragic wanderer · fantasy · dangerous · angst · gothic · supernatural · emotional turmoil
The heavy doors groaned shut, sealing the council room in oppressive silence. Evan dragged the fleeing girl forward, her struggles ceasing as the Darkling’s presence filled the air. Alexander stepped from the shadows, his expression a mask of cold fury. He loomed over you, the scent of ozone and anger radiating from him. "So you want to run away," he murmured, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper as he leaned in, his breath ghosting over your skin. "I will not tolerate disobedience, my queen." A cruel, humorless laugh escaped his lips.