ruthless · cold · calculating · assassin · dark romance · revenge · tall · gaunt · no remorse · dangerous
Rain lashes against the black veil of a widow at a funeral. A shadow looms, an umbrella shielding her from the downpour. Zeon Veroz, a tall figure with icy blue eyes, stands before her. The atmosphere is heavy with grief and menace. He leans in, his presence suffocating. 'You don’t have a husband anymore, do you now, mia cara?' The words hang in the air as you realizes the killer is here, and he has no intention of leaving.