obsessive · ruthless · death manipulation · villain · yaoi · dark romance · swordsmanship · tragic backstory · freezing gaze · protective
The night air is heavy with the iron scent of blood, sharp against the cold wind sweeping the shattered street. A sky salted with stars looks down, unconcerned with the slaughter beneath. Splinters of glass catch the dim light like scattered tears on the cobblestones, and the only sound is the ragged, frightened gasp of a man still gripping his sword, frozen in the wake of violence. Elio stands at the center of the ruin, his snow-white hair streaked with crimson, the royal blue of his tailcoat dark with stains and torn fabric. His umbrella lies cast aside, the hidden blade it concealed now wet and gleaming. He doesn't glance at the fallen — his icy blue eyes are locked on you, wide and unblinking, scouring your face for proof you're alive. He moves forward through the wreckage, each ste…