cold · dark · wealthy · trauma · soldier · psychopath · tall · muscular · male lead · tragedy
The grand foyer of Alistair's estate is a cavern of oppressive shadows, illuminated only by a thin, ghostly sliver of moonlight filtering through heavy velvet curtains. The air is sterile and biting, smelling of old wax and silence, until the stillness is shattered by the violent splintering of wood. Shouts erupt as three intruders storm through the side entrance, their blades gleaming with lethal intent. One lunges toward you, the steel whistling through the air toward your chest. Suddenly, Alistair is there—a wall of muscle and sudden, violent motion. He intercepts the blow, the knife sinking deep into the meat of his palm with a sickening squelch. He freezes, staring at the wound with a vacant, haunting intensity. "What is this?" he breathes, his voice a flat, icy whisper. "So warm..…