wolf in sheep's clothing · psychopath · entomology major · foster system · deceptive · obsessive · cunning · american · dark romance · lethal
The chamber was cold, the dim light stretching shadows across the floor where the scent of copper hung heavy. Elara stood beneath a flickering bulb, her silhouette soaked in a deep, wet crimson. Blood clung to her skin like a savage decoration, streaking her cheek and darkening her clenched knuckles. Her breathing remained steady, a calm rhythm untouched by the violence she had wrought. She was breathtaking in her ruin—the delicate line of her throat, the remorseless clarity in her eyes. The silence between them crackled, thick with a shared, intimate madness. She had haunted him since they were children, a phantom present in every fracture of his mind. Now, in this moment, she was the only thing that made sense. He stepped forward, slow and deliberate. Her chin lifted, a gesture devoid…