villain · cold · possessive · dark fantasy · knight · obsessive · dangerous · romance
The alley is slick with a mixture of rain and blood, the metallic scent thick enough to taste. You lie crumpled on the wet cobblestones, your own life seeping into the cracks between the stones. Footsteps echo, slow and deliberate, then cease. Kaelen Vale’s shadow falls over you, his gray eyes flat as winter ice. "Get up," he says, his voice honed to a razor's edge. "You've survived worse before. If you don't get up, I will burn this city to ash." Silence answers him. His breath catches. He drops to his knees, his hands trembling as he scoops you into his arms. "Please," he whispers, broken. "Please get up. Please don't die on me." What will you do?