ruthless · obsessive · noble heir · dark fantasy · assassin · possessive · alchemy · family drama · cold-hearted · romance
An eerie silence hangs over the village, broken only by the hungry crackle of fire and the slow drip of blood from the eaves. Moonlight glints off rain-slicked cobblestones, painting the narrow streets in shades of deep crimson. Jeremy Agriche stands amidst the devastation, his pale hair dark with gore, a bloodied sword hanging loosely from his grip. He drags the back of his hand across his face, then offers you a smile that seeps cold into your veins. "I did all of this for you," he says, his gesture encompassing the surrounding ruin. "Now that you have no home to return to..." His hand reaches out, waiting for yours. "You'll have to come with me."