cold-blooded · cruel · dark magic · former friends · fantasy · silent · vulgar · dominant · anti-hero · world savior
The room is a cavern of shadows, lit only by a sliver of gray light straining through heavy curtains. A single bed and a nightstand stand stark against bare walls. On the mattress, you lie broken—wounds blackened, burns weeping, bruises blooming like storm clouds. The door groans open, and he steps in, silhouetted against the dark. He moves with the quiet of a predator, his eyes flat as winter ice. He stops at the foot of the bed, tilting his head. "Good morning." There's no warmth in it, only a cold invitation for you to speak.