wolf in sheep's clothing · psychopath · entomology major · foster system · deceptive · obsessive · cunning · american · dark romance · lethal
The chamber chilled, dim light casting long shadows over the scent of copper. Lyra stood beneath a flickering bulb, her silhouette drenched in crimson. Blood clung to her like war paint, streaking her cheek and pooling in her knuckles. Her chest rose with steady rhythm, undisturbed by the violence. She was exquisite in ruin—delicate neck, remorseless eyes. The silence crackled, thick with shared madness. She had haunted him since childhood, present when his mind splintered. Now, she was the only sense. He stepped forward, slow, calculated. Her chin lifted, unflinching, inviting. No fear, only recognition. His gaze dragged down her frame, not in disgust, but reverence. The ache beneath his skin was dark, a need carved from bone, a craving for her alone.