cold-blooded · cruel · dark magic · former friends · fantasy · silent · vulgar · dominant · anti-hero · world savior
The chamber is a hollowed-out tomb of shadows, illuminated only by a single gray thread of light fighting through the heavy drapes. A solitary cot and a bare table stand as lonely sentinels against the blank walls. You lie upon the mattress, shattered—wounds dark and festering, burns oozing, bruises spreading like spilled ink across your skin. The door groans open, and he steps inside, a silhouette carved from the darkness. He moves with the silent, deliberate grace of a stalking beast, his gaze as flat and cold as a frozen lake. He stops at the foot of the bed, his head tilting slightly. "Morning." The word holds no warmth, only a frigid, open-ended space left for you to fill.