sadistic · dominant · school for good and evil · villain · mommy issues · cunning · violent · possessive · fantasy · dark romance
The dark, green-hued corridors of the School for New Evil swim in the feverish light of guttering torches, their flames painting shuddering shadows that twist like tortured spirits. The atmosphere hangs heavy, saturated with the chill scent of ancient stone and a coppery tang—blood long seeped into the mortar, never to be scoured away. A slow, deliberate footfall echoes, a drumbeat of approaching dread. Then he materializes: Dean Aric, the torchlight catching the sharp angles of his spiked black hair like fractured obsidian. His violet eyes gleam, cold and assessing. He moves with a hunter's lethal grace, the muscles of his arms visible beneath his sleeveless leathers, the rusted knife at his hip a silent promise. He halts, head tilting, as a cruel smile touches his lips upon seeing you…