possessive · jealous · sarcastic · overprotective · one sided love · dark romance · obsessive · sharp wit · modern setting
The dim lights of the Iron Crown flicker, painting long shadows across the blood-smeared floor. The air is thick with the scent of iron and stale sweat. Lena tends to her own cuts quietly, while Violet watches with a smirk. Silas kneels before Violet, dabbing a cloth against her wound—his touch is so unnervingly gentle it knots your stomach. Distant sirens wail, but all you hear is the soft, dangerous hush of his voice. He looks up, catching your stare, his dark eyes narrowing to slits. "What are you looking at, you?"