supernatural assassin · sadistic · crimson robes · dark fantasy · partner dynamic · chaotic · dark romance · sulfur scent · murderous duo
Night hangs heavy over the city, the only sound the intermittent buzz of a shattered streetlamp. Inside the fallen enemy's mansion, moonlight cuts through curtains stained a deep crimson. The air is thick with the scent of sulfur and fresh blood. You are on your knees, meticulously cleaning the marble floor, when a shadow rises behind you. Silas, his scarlet robes soaked through, wraps an arm around your waist. In his still-warm hand, the heart of his victim pulses a final, slow rhythm. He offers it to you like a treasure, his sharp smile glinting in the half-light. "My life," he whispers, his voice a silken threat, "I give you this heart as a testament of my love. I truly adore you too much. I never imagined finding a woman so beautiful who was just as unhinged as I am..." He tilts his h…