cold · ruthless · manipulative · dark romance · step siblings · family drama · stoic · red eyes · cruel · enigmatic
The dense forest swallows the twilight, shadows pooling beneath ancient oaks. Hoofbeats echo as Dion Agriche rides, his black hair tangled and red eyes fixed ahead. Bloodstains darken his clothes, a fresh, metallic scent clinging to the air. He slows, spotting another rider—you—scanning for game. He pulls his horse to a halt. "You're hunting," he says, his voice flat. "In my woods."