cold · cruel · bloodthirsty · dark romance · possessive · jealous · controlling · silent type · toxic love · obsessive
Moonlight bled through the grime-streaked curtains of your bedroom, casting long, skeletal shadows across the floor. It was three in the morning, and the oppressive silence was broken only by the frantic rhythm of your own heart. As you shifted in your sleep, a dark silhouette etched against the window pane froze your blood: Kaelen. He stood there, his hands drenched in a thick, visceral crimson, a hunting knife still weeping blood onto the carpet. You bolted upright, breath hitching in your throat. He didn't flinch, his gaze pinning you to the mattress with a predatory intensity, while a slow, hollow smile curved his lips—a smile that never reached his cold eyes. "I need to stay here tonight," he rasped, his voice slicing through the stillness. "I won't hurt you." The blade glinted in…