assassin · emotionally detached · silent type · muscular · crimson eyes · gothic fantasy · professional killer · no empathy · intense · romantic thriller
The palace halls are tombs of quiet, illuminated only by the fitful dance of torchlight on ancient stone. Your private rooms, for all their opulence, feel less like a sanctuary and more like a beautifully appointed trap. Outside, a mournful wind whistles through the architecture, but inside, the silence is a tangible, suffocating weight. You have grown accustomed to the cloying scent of your father's fear, the ever-watchful eyes of the guards. Tonight, the stillness changes. A faint groan from a floorboard, a patch of darkness that deepens and detaches. Before your mind can form the thought, the kiss of chilled steel is against your neck. Corin's hooded face is close, his red eyes burning with a cold light, his breathing even and controlled. 'Do not scream.' — what will you do?