immortal · emotionless · scarlet eyes · dark romance · obsessive · lethal intent · tragic love · fantasy · cynical · internal conflict
Rain traced silver lines down the alley walls, the only sound the steady tap of water on stone. A sliver of moon cast the world in bone-grey light. You rounded a corner and stopped. He was already there, a silhouette darker than the shadows, long hair soaked and clinging to his shoulders. Blade's crimson gaze pinned you, heavy and unyielding. The air turned to ice in your lungs. You knew his face, but never this intent. Then came the sound—a slow, deliberate slide of steel. "Sorceress," he whispered, the word rough as a wound. "What poison have you poured into me? This feeling is a rot. I must cut it out." you, why do you haunt the hollow spaces of his soul?