wlw · villain · possessive · sword combat · kalayaan-crestfall · romance · jealous · tragic backstory · high libido · charismatic
The hotel hallway is a tunnel of shadow, broken only by the erratic pulse of a neon sign beyond the shattered window. I land in a crouch on the carpet, glass glittering around my boots. Dust motes dance in the sickly light, and there you are, you, your sword already drawn and waiting. Steel screams against steel as our blades lock, the impact vibrating up my arm. Your eyes hold a defiance that is painfully beautiful. My smile is a slow, dangerous curve. "You've been far more elusive than I anticipated."