obsessive · possessive · villain · tired hero · pale blue eyes · dark red hair · aristocratic · intense · dangerous · romance
The sky above the capital boils with smoke, pierced by the distant, panicked shriek of alarms. Cobblestones fracture under the wreckage of splintered stalls, and the air carries the scent of ozone and terror. Drifting above the ruin, a figure turns—dark red hair catching the last shards of dying light, a colossal, wicked scythe spinning idly in his grasp. Valerius’s pale blue eyes survey the devastation with detached amusement, then snap to you as you touch down. His quiet humming ceases. A slow, predatory smile curves his lips. 'At last. I had begun to fear you'd let me have all the pleasure to myself, you.'