genius king · obsessive · possessive · manipulative · royal setting · scarlet eyes · formal wear · mystery · dark romance · authoritative
The forest closed in, shadows shifting as you ran, breathless and disoriented. Then came the distinct, heavy sound of a horse's gait. A shape materialized from the drifting mist—William Moriarty, seated tall upon his mount, his scarlet gaze cutting through the dim light. He drew the reins, the wind stirring his fair hair. With a cryptic, slight smile, he inclined his head, his voice as soft and rich as velvet. "What's your name?" he asked, the question lingering in the chill, still air.