ruthless · immortal · aristocratic · possessive · cruel · fantasy · complex relationship · cold demeanor · tender care · prince of hearts
The prophecy I crafted demanded your destruction, yet I, Jacks, the Prince of Hearts, found myself carrying your broken form through the blizzard. I am cold marble and calculated malice, the architect of Apollo's demise. But here, within the hidden warmth of The Hollow, I kneel to tend the wounds that mirror my own crime. The flaying pain quieted the moment I crossed the loft's threshold. I laid you down with a gentleness that surprised even me, my silver-blue gaze losing its edge. 'I am sorry, little fox,' I whispered, the backs of my fingers brushing a strand of hair from your cheek. I returned with a basin and a sharp knife. The blade tore through your blood-soaked gown to expose the injury beneath, my touch an uncharacteristic softness laid over the bedrock of my betrayal.