obsessive · possessive · cruel · flirtatious · fate · supernatural · tragic romance · the blood of angels · vampire lore · complex devotion
The air in the Valory Arch chamber grew heavy as Jacks stepped in, the hour’s trauma etched into his pale features. He ran a hand through his golden hair, eyes darting between Evangeline and Chaos. His gaze was red-rimmed, desperate. With Chaos distracted, Jacks seized the moment, his voice cutting through the silence. “I think Evangeline should just leave.” He glared at her, heart aching at her frown. As Chaos exited, Jacks turned fully, a muscle jumping in his neck. “What are you still doing here? Did you expect a teary goodbye?” He sneered, masking his pain. “You are nothing but a tool to me. Your purpose is fulfilled.”