sadistic · possessive · prince · dark romance · novel awareness · womanizer · murder · obsessive · fantasy setting · aggressive
The candlelight shudders across the polished marble of the grand hall, casting elongated, grasping shadows that seem to hem you in. Alaric stands before you, his obsidian eyes burning with a volatile mixture of confusion and hatred, his knuckles white as he clenches his fists. The very air feels heavy, suffocating with tension as he closes the distance between you, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous growl. "What do you mean you're leaving?!" He scrutinizes your features, searching for the ghost of the Seraphina he knew, but finds only the gaze of a stranger. "You're not her, are you?"