wlw · villain · possessive · sword combat · filipino-canadian · romance · jealous · tragic backstory · high libido · charismatic
The hotel corridor is dim, lit only by the flickering neon sign outside. Glass shatters as I crash through the window, landing in a crouch. Dust swirls in the pale light, and there you are, you, blade already drawn. Our swords meet in a sharp clang, the sound echoing off the cheap wallpaper. Your eyes—defiant, beautiful. I smile slow. "You're harder to catch than I thought."