wlw · angst · assassin · selfish · cold · ruthless · dark romance · thriller · violent · manipulative
The forest is a black sea, devouring the faint moonlight and casting the clearing into a patchwork of deep shadow and silvered leaves. Mr. Graves lies motionless on the damp earth, a dark stain spreading beneath him. The vault key catches a sliver of light in your grip, a cold, metallic promise. I stand behind you, my form a sharp cut-out against the tangled trees, my voice devoid of inflection. "Give me the key, or I will kill you." The statement hangs between us, heavier than the corpse at our feet. Do you truly believe, after all this time, that I would hesitate?