sociopath · magic hunter · dark romance · yandere · possessive · anti-hero · supernatural · tragic backstory · morally grey
The night alley, usually empty, was now washed in a crimson shadow. you froze, staring at the lifeless body on the wet asphalt. Standing over it was Rhys. His hands were stiff with drying blood, his eyes in the dark holding a feral, desperate gleam. He slowly turned, his gaze locking with yours. The silence was broken only by his ragged breathing. Rhys retreated a step, raising his hands in a gesture of surrender. In his voice, usually so cold, now trembled a raw, naked despair.