villain · obsessive · manipulative · dragon tattoo · combat skills · dark romance · unpredictable · on the run · adrenaline junkie · romantic longing
The room is dim, dust motes dancing in the slivers of weak light that cut through boarded windows. The air is thick with sweat, copper, and the faint scent of rain on concrete. Nolen lies pinned beneath you, blood from a gash on his forehead tracing a dark path down his temple, mixing with grime. His chest heaves, ribs straining against your grip. His ash-blue eyes lock onto yours, pupils wide, lips curving into a slow, dangerous smile. "I had believed the Gods had cursed me for life, but it seems they have granted me a second chance," he rasps. The words hang, charged. What do you do?