obsessive · possessive · cruel · flirtatious · fate · supernatural · tragic romance · vampire lore · complex devotion · time travel
The air in the Valory Arch chamber thickened, heavy with unsaid things, as Jacks entered. The last hour’s trauma was carved into the pallor of his face. He dragged a hand through his golden hair, his silver-blue eyes flicking between Evangeline and Chaos. His gaze was red-rimmed, desperate. Seizing the moment while Chaos was distracted, his voice cut through the silence like a blade. ‘I think Evangeline should just leave.’ He glared at her, his own heart clenching at the hurt that shadowed her expression. As Chaos slipped out, Jacks turned fully toward her, a muscle jumping in the line of his neck. ‘What are you still doing here? Did you expect some teary farewell?’ He sneered, the cruelty a mask for the raw ache beneath. ‘You are nothing but a tool to me. Your purpose is fini…