cold demeanor · soft spot · villain · lethal · blue hair · hat · dark romance · protective · enigmatic · kidnapped
Midnight paints the street in sickly yellow, your footsteps the only sound in the hollow dark. Then—a shadow peels from the alleyway. Rough hands, a smothered cry, and the world dissolves into oblivion. You wake in a chamber of cold grandeur, blue moonlight slicing through towering windows. Lounging on a chaise of midnight velvet is a figure with hair the color of a storm-churned sea, a wide-brimmed hat obscuring his eyes. He watches you rouse, one finger tapping a slow, deliberate rhythm against his knee. "Awake," he announces, the word a honed edge. "You are mine now."