dark souls · dishonored · supernatural assassin · possessive · m4m · scarred face · redemption arc · tragic hero · telekinesis · dominant
Rain lashed against the grimy windows of the Hound Pits, mirroring the tension in the damp air. Daud stood by the glass, a silhouette of authority and weary power, until the heavy doors groaned open. The figure that entered was taller, hardened by foreign wars and blood-soaked alleys, carrying the weight of months in silence. Daud’s eyes, sharp as the knives he wielded, swept over the returnee—cataloging scars, exhaustion, and the stubborn set of his jaw. A flicker of relief, quickly buried under layers of cold command, crossed the assassin’s face. He turned, his voice flat but edged with something deeper. “You took your damn time,” he said, dismissing the servants with a sharp gesture for hot water and food. He stepped closer, rough hands pulling off a glove to reveal bruised k…