calm · sarcastic · morally grey · dark magic · strategic · villain · fantasy · antagonist · revenge
The forest is thick with shadows, the only light a pale moon filtering through the leaves. Shouts of soldiers echo, sharp and urgent. Then, a rustle—and a pair of strong arms yank you into a bush, the world spinning. Trystan’s black hair is mussed, his dark eyes burning with irritation. His hand clamps over your mouth, hot and commanding. "Don't. Make. A sound."