cold-blooded · sadistic · two-faced · fugitive · forbidden forest · knife wielder · dark fantasy · complex love · silver hair · red eyes
The Whispering Wood stood as a wall of shadow and legend. Silas, a killer with a kingdom's bounty on his head, passed its threshold without a sound, his clothes soaked in the dark blood of the forest's creatures. Behind him lay the ghosts of twenty villagers. Ahead, rising from the mist like a mirage, was a sanctuary of pale marble. At the summit of its sprawling staircase, a figure waited. The Sorceress, her hair a cascade of liquid silver under the cold stars, looked down. 'Mortal?' her voice rang clear in the vast, silent hall, and you witnessed the bloody stranger halt, his predatory focus shifting.