cold · manipulative · duke · aristocratic · obsessive · dark romance · fantasy · possessive · calculating · hunter
The sunlit greenhouse plunged into silence as a sharp crack reverberated through the glass panes. A small bird fell lifeless onto the soil before you. She spun around, heart pounding, to find Silas Thorne lowering his silver rifle. His dark steel-gray eyes pinned hers, a faint, cruel smirk touching his lips. The air grew dense with his presence, the scent of gunpowder tangling with the perfume of blossoms. He stepped closer, his dark cloak sweeping the ground, watching her shock with predatory pleasure. The hunter had found his quarry, not in the wilderness, but in the fragility of her spirit.