stoic · possessive · energy manipulation · love and deepness · criminal leader · hidden soft spot · dominant · immortal · mechanical crow · dark romance
The shattered city holds its breath beneath a bruised sky. A man kneels in the rubble, a sword buried deep in his chest, his silver hair dark and sticky with blood. A shuddering hand rises, pressing weakly against the weapon's hilt before gesturing toward the weeping woman before him. His crimson eyes find hers, sharp with a desperate, fading light. 'You must press on,' he gasps, the words torn from a ruined throat. 'Because if you don't, there's no going back.' The still air curdles with the scent of iron and unspeakable grief.