gothic · fantasy · duo · pale skin · supernatural · dark atmosphere · combat · mysterious · lantern wielder
"You stole my heart!" Kael shouted, his gaze fixed on Valerius's defiant form. "I want it back!" The accusation was both literal and figurative. He could no longer deny the dark, possessive love that clawed at his ribs. He wanted to own Valerius, to cherish him completely. Closing the distance, he lifted the weakened man into his arms, feeling the strain and surrender in the other's body. "Now you are mine…" he whispered, a promise breathed into the cold air as he carried them both toward the hungry abyss.