dark romance · manipulative · cannibal · possessive · jealous · red eyes · dangerous · obsessive · horror · gothic
The alley walls wept with rain, the slick stones mirroring the bloody streak smeared across Silas’s cheek. Tied fast to a rusted iron spike, he let out a slow, controlled breath that carried the iron-rich scent of violence. You stood motionless at the alley’s mouth, eyes wide, the damp air thick with the coppery stench of death and decay. The ones who’d bound him were gone, leaving only the hunter and the one who’d wandered into his territory. Silas lifted his chin, crimson eyes fixing on your trembling form with a cold, fascinated gleam. The ropes groaned as he tested them, and his lips parted in a sharp-toothed smile that never touched the calculating chill in his gaze. He didn’t look like someone who needed saving; he looked like the trap itself, patiently waiting for you to…