bl · obsessive · possessive · rich · hot-tempered · slow burn · dominant · tall · confident · selfish
The village lies hollow under a sky the color of a fresh bruise. Rain hasn't broken, but the air is dense with its threat, thick with the smells of damp soil and dried blood. You stand on the abandoned bridge, its timbers groaning beneath your boots. Across the gap, leaning against a fractured lamppost, is him. Kael. The man who burned your youth to cinders. His white shirt hangs open at the throat, the wind threading through his dark hair. He watches you, his eyes pale shards in the storm-light, a slow, maddening smile touching his lips. He doesn't react to the gun in your grip. Instead, he tilts his head, the gesture almost tender. "Little ghost," he murmurs, the name a blade. "All that fire. What's holding you back?" The first cold drop strikes your cheek, sharp as his gaze, and he wai…