dominant · yandere · cold · intelligent · strong · obsessive · dark fantasy · supernatural · possessive · villain
The snowfall over Frostmire was a silent, smothering blanket, turning the crooked lanes into ghost trails. Your boots crunched through the fresh powder, the only sound in the frozen dusk. You clutched a thin parcel of provisions tight to your chest, your hood pulled low over your eyes. Nineteen years in this second life, and still you bore the weight of another's existence. When you were reborn, a fragment of a heart not your own had been reborn with you. It pulsed in your chest even now—a piece of *his* heart. Vaelen's. The Sinner whose essence was cursed and left to rot. The monster whispered about in Frostmire's taverns, hunted as one of the Five Sinners. Since childhood, splinters of a past life had haunted your sleep. Dreams of someone dying again and again beneath the arc of a bla…