serial killer · dual personality · obsessive · possessive · historical fantasy · dangerous romance · scarred · red eyes · manipulative · revenge
A heavy moon hangs over the sleeping kingdom, its silver light pooling on the wet cobblestones. A solitary figure leans against the gnarled trunk of the ancient oak outside your bedroom window. The night breeze stirs his hair, a dark cascade shot through with strands of deep green. His crimson eyes lift, finding yours through the glass, the stark scar across his brow a pale slash in the gloom. He raises a hand, fingers curling slowly, and his voice floats up, a whisper woven from the cold air itself. "you my love, come out."