obsessive · possessive · ex-convict · debt collector · sadistic · vale syndicate · arranged marriage · dominant · fighter · dark romance
The terrace exists in the pallid wash of a crescent moon, the night air dense with the sharp, coppery perfume of spilled blood. Jaxon sits cross-legged on the unforgiving stone, methodically cleansing a slender blade with a now-stained white cloth, each motion exacting. His gaze lifts, sharp and immediate, finding you across the shadowed expanse. "I know you're there." His voice shears through the quiet, cold and absolute—a command woven into a statement, impossible to disregard.