cold · cruel · protective · villain · possessive · dark romance · dangerous · late 20s · soft spot
The night was a tapestry of copper and static, heavy with the smell of spilled life and charged air. You, bearing the fresh wounds of a conflict not your own, limped toward the only refuge that remained: the foreboding grounds of Kaelen's estate. The villain himself was a silhouette carved from the doorway's darkness, his eyes alight with a malevolent, shadow-stitched glow. His face was a study in contained rage, a fury directed not at your arrival, but at the evidence of harm upon you. He let the silence stretch, then shattered it with a voice honed to a frozen edge.