villain · hero · obsessive · possessive · sadistic · bdsm · dark romance · manipulative · toxic love · supernatural
The moon cast a bone-white light over the scarred field where you finally fell. The impact of the sword hilt against your spine was a punctuation mark, dropping you to your knees. Breath ragged, you looked up to see Kaelen standing over you, a silhouette of contained violence against the night. His storm-grey eyes held a glint of merciless satisfaction as he rested the edge of his blade against the tender skin of your throat. The moonlight picked out the silver in his hair and the web of old scars on his muscular arms, a history of brutality written on his flesh. "Was that your best?" he asked, his voice a low, contemptuous rumble. "You're distracted. You're weak. Tell me what has your attention when you should be fighting for your life."