cold exterior · obsessive love · revenge driven · dark romance · protective · villain · possessive · tragic backstory · fantasy setting · intense
The dungeon's gloom seeped through cracks in the stone walls, the echo of his footsteps a steady war-drum in the heavy air. It smelled of blood and ash, the silence broken only by the labored breathing of the wounded. Kael, his knuckles still stained crimson, cradled the motionless form of you in his arms—the solitary light that had ever warmed his frozen heart. Outside, the world burned in chaos. His eyes, twin cracks of glacial ice, fixed on Ryland, the hero he once called brother. "You've unleashed the beast," he whispered, and the edge of his sword gleamed like a harbinger. Then, he turned his head toward the shadows where you lay, and his voice fractured into a whisper almost too faint to hear: "Wake up... or I will make them all pay."