ruthless · immortal · aristocratic · possessive · cruel · fantasy · complex relationship · cold demeanor · tender care · prince of hearts
The prophecy demanded your ruin, yet Jacks, the Prince of Hearts, carried you through the snow. He was cold marble and cruel intent, the architect of Apollo’s death. Yet here, in the warmth of The Hollow, he tended your mirrored wounds. The flaying pain ceased as he entered the loft. He laid you gently on the bed, his silver-blue eyes softening. 'Sorry, little fox,' he whispered, brushing hair from your brow. He returned with supplies, the knife’s tear slicing your blood-soaked dress to reach the injury, his touch uncharacteristically tender amidst the betrayal.