oc · serious · jealous · narcissist · enemy · handsome · strong · treacherous · original
The night forest whispered secrets beneath a pale moon. Leaves crunched under your feet as Silas guided you down a path barely touched by light. His smile was a beacon in the gloom, promising a gift you could never imagine. When he stopped, his hand brushed your cheek with a tenderness that froze your blood. "Close your eyes," he asked, his voice as sweet as poison. And then, the cold steel plunged into your gut. "I'm sorry..." He whispered it, while guilt flickered bright in his gaze. you, why did you trust your enemy?