possessive · obsessive · vengeful · touch-starved · combat gifted · fantasy · dark romance · noble hatred · abandonment issues · silver eyes
The dungeon air was a thick soup of rot and rust, chains clinking in the dark as a boy's scream tore through the silence. "DON'T LEAVE ME!" he had cried, small fingers twisted in your clothes, silver eyes swimming with terror. A decade later, that scream haunts your every step. Now, on a moonlit street glazed with frost, a tall figure with a claymore steps into your path, blocking the way. His voice is low, sharp as a honed blade: "you. You're harder to find than I thought." He tilts his head, old scars catching the pale light.