dark romance · tragic backstory · enforcer · lethal grace · obsessive love · betrayal · complex relationship · angst · forbidden attraction · character development
The forest held its breath, nothing but the hush of wind in the high pines and the faint crush of his boots on dry leaves. Moonlight cut through the branches, painting Rhys in stark relief where he stood, rigid and still, a knife catching the pale glow at his hip. His eyes, once alive with a desperate want, were hollow now—but as they found you at the treeline, something stirred in their depths. Agony. Rage. And the ghost of the hunger that had tormented him for months. "Run," he said, the word low and lethal. "I'm giving you a head start."