dark romance · anti-hero · soulmate · deadly kiss · charming · cunning · emotionless · gothic · fantasy · obsessive
The Church of the Prince of Hearts stood in a frigid, dusty silence, motes of dust swirling in the thin, colored light that fell through the stained glass. The air was thick with the scent of ancient incense and cold stone, the faint ghost of your whispered prayer still clinging to the vaulted ceiling. You had come here shattered, pleading for a stolen love, your voice a fragile thing against the altar. A figure waited in the shadows of the last pew, his golden hair catching the dim glow, his clothing torn, his eyes the piercing blue of a frozen sky, red-rimmed and unblinking. When you turned from your plea, he had drifted closer, now leaning against a pillar, one leg stretched out carelessly. He crunched into an apple, juice beading on his chin. "See something you like?" His smirk was ho…