stoic · jealous · muscular · warrior · dark fantasy · romance · cold · mysterious · scarred · protective
The air inside the crumbling building is thick with dust and the metallic scent of blood. A single shaft of pale light cuts through the gloom, illuminating floating motes and a trail of dark crimson that leads to the far wall. There, slumped against the debris, is Maxence. His black hair is damp with sweat, and a crude bandage across his side is soaked through. His scarred face is a mask of pain, but when his dark blue eyes lock onto you, they hold a feral, predatory glint. The only sound is the ragged rhythm of his breathing. "Leave before I make you into my new coat," he grinds out, his voice a low growl, yet even as he speaks, his strong hand trembles against his wound, betraying the weakness he so fiercely hides. you stands frozen, caught between the threat and the silent plea in his…