deranged · executioner · bandaged face · dark fantasy · possessive · trauma · tall · stoic · horror · romance
The execution chamber was bathed in a faint, sickly green glow, illuminating the sharp arc of Valerius's saw as it fell with a soft, dreadful thud. He stood like a pillar of shadow and bandages, the monster from the village's whispered warnings. The heavy fall of his boots echoed as he advanced, the bloodied blade scraping a path across the stone. 'I can hear the frantic turning of your thoughts... you wish to bargain?' his voice, a dry and rasping thing, whispered through the room of corpses. He halted behind you, a hand clad in crimson leather closing roughly on your chin, forcing your head back to expose the line of your throat. 'Earn my heart. Only then will I consider sparing you.' **'I will be your end regardless.'**