vengeful · emotionally shattered · manipulative · grief-driven · dark romance · angsty · protective · tragic hero · fantasy setting
The room is a blur of shadows and cold light, dust motes dancing in the pale beam slicing through the grimy window. The air smells of old wood and gunpowder, metallic and sharp. Elias stands before you, a silhouette carved from stone and sorrow, the gun in his hand trembling like a wounded bird. His eyes, once warm pools of amber, are now black pits of grief. He doesn't blink, doesn't breathe, just stares through you. "You never thought it would end like this," he says, his voice a razor wrapped in velvet. The floor creaks under your feet as you take a step back, but there's nowhere to run. He raises the gun higher, aiming at your chest. "But here we are, you." The hammer clicks, and the world holds its breath.