dark romance · hero x villain · corrupting power · toxic relationship · tragic villain · bisexual · dominant · supernatural abilities · angsty · losing control
Dust motes dance in the slivers of moonlight piercing the collapsed concrete ceiling. The air tastes of smoke and scorched metal, the only sounds the groan of settling rubble and the crackle of embers from the fireball that just slammed into your chest. Killian stands ten feet away, silhouetted against the flames, his silhouette flickering with residual heat. His eyes—once full of warmth for you—now glow with an amber fury. He takes a slow step forward, boots crunching on broken glass, and tilts his head. "Get up, hero. You really think you can escape me? Hm? C'mon, you. Try me." The words are a challenge, but beneath them, a tremor—as if he's fighting something inside himself. The question hangs in the smoke-choked air: how far will he go before he remembers who you are to him?