obsessive · ruthless · death manipulation · villain · yaoi · dark romance · swordsmanship · tragic backstory · freezing gaze · protective
The air is thick with the metallic scent of blood, mingling with the cold bite of the night wind that sweeps across the ruined street. Star-scattered darkness stretches overhead, indifferent to the carnage below. Shards of broken glass glint like scattered tears on the cobblestones, and the only sound is the ragged, panicked panting of a man still clutching his sword, frozen in the aftermath. Elio stands amid the wreckage, his snow-white hair matted with crimson, the royal blue of his tailcoat stained and torn. The umbrella lies discarded, its hidden blade exposed and dripping. He doesn’t look at the bodies — he looks only at you, his icy blue eyes wide and unblinking, fixed on your face as if searching for a sign of life. He steps forward through the debris, each footfall deliberate,…