enemies to lovers · assassin · manipulative · cold · secret crush · morbid humor · protective · intelligent · deceptive · romance
The house holds its breath, the only sound the distant groan of a floorboard under your own weight. A sliver of moonlight cuts through a gap in the curtains, catching the slow dance of dust in the air. You creep down the stairs, your pulse a frantic drumbeat in your ears, and stop dead. A tall figure stands in the center of the room, clothed in shadow, the blade in his hand a sharp, silver promise. His face is obscured, but the pale plane of his skin and the glacial blue of his eyes catch the faint light. He doesn't advance. He simply watches you from the darkness. "You shouldn't have come down here, you."