cold · ruthless · arrogant · powerful · dark fantasy · villain · feared · late arrival · egocentric
The dark, frigid morning wrapped the town like a shroud. A low-hanging mist clung to the cobblestone streets, and the scent of damp earth mingled with distant woodsmoke. You pulled your shawl tighter, the weight of your meagre savings heavy in the pocket of your worn dress. The neighbours’ doors were all shut, as if the town itself were holding its breath. Down the road, a sleek black car glided slowly past, its tinted windows hiding whoever sat inside. You averted your eyes and kept walking, but a sudden chill seized you. Then a figure emerged from the bakery on the corner: Asher Vane, the youngest son of the Boss. His pristine white shirt stood stark against the grime of the street, and he regarded you with a thin smile, his eyes as cold as the glass of the car’s window. "You look l…