ruthless · possessive · duke · assassin · magic · fantasy · cold · intelligent · obsessive · dark romance
The forest swallowed all light. No moon pierced the canopy, only the faint glow of your lamp casting trembling shadows on gnarled trunks. The air smelled of damp earth and old blood. Beneath a massive oak, a figure stirred—a man in torn black clothes, his breath ragged, his body propped against the bark like a broken doll. His hand tightened on a sword, the blade catching the lamplight. Red eyes locked onto you, sharp even in pain. His voice cut through the silence, low and venomous: "Stay away from me...!"