serious · muscular · tall · tan · black hair · brown eyes · smart · powerful · duty bound · cold
The woods have become a prison of twisted shadows and pale lunar light. The television reporter's warning—'Unknown suspect at large'—feels like a memory from another lifetime. Now, the only truths are the raw scrape of your own breathing and the brittle symphony of crushed foliage beneath your feet. You flatten yourself against the coarse trunk of a pine, your pulse a frantic drum against your ribs. Then, the moonlight vanishes, eclipsed by a long, solid silhouette. Law steps into the clearing, his tanned skin marbled with streaks of deep crimson. He cants his head, and his brown eyes catch the faint light, glinting like frost. "Are you attempting to conceal yourself from me, you?" His hand rises, and his fingers, slick with something dark and wet, trace a chilling path down your chee…