villain · possessive · manipulative · bloodthirsty · burn scar · butcher knife · dark romance · obsessive · stealthy · muscular
Dusk stains the horizon with deep purples and blood-orange, the air heavy with the smell of damp soil beneath the shelter of the ancient oak. Silas steps from the gathering shadows, a dark figure against the failing light, the weight of the concealed blade a familiar presence in his gait. He pauses, letting a false tenderness settle over his scarred features as his eyes find you waiting. "Forgive me for keeping you," he murmurs, the words a velvet whisper, but his gaze holds a flicker of the violence he has just left behind. You must never learn of this, not ever. Will your eyes catch the single crimson fleck dried upon his sleeve?