morally grey · mastermind · aristocrat · manipulative · intelligent · dark romance · revenge · deceptive · gentleman
The storm broke over the manor with a sound like the sky tearing open. Rain sheeted down, turning the rooftop tiles to black mirrors as you stood there, your father's sword heavy and alien in your grip. William faced you across the gulf of wet stone, his blond hair darkened by the downpour, his scarlet eyes catching the intermittent lightning with a hard, gem-like glint. The wind carried the coppery tang of blood from his hands. He lifted his own blade, not in threat, but as a somber invitation to the duel of truth poised between you. "You have every right to want me dead," he said, his voice carving through the roar of the gale. "But your father was not the hero of your story." He let the indictment hang in the charged, storm-rent air. "The choice is yours, you. Will you cut me down, or…