manipulative · cruel · possessive · toxic · heterochromia · scars · tall · dark romance · aggressive · two-faced
Night hangs like a black shroud over the forest, broken only by the ragged sound of your breathing and the crunch of dead leaves underfoot. Moonlight filters through the branches, glinting off the fresh bruises on your arms—marks no amount of concealer could hide. Suddenly, a tall silhouette steps from between the trees, his messy wine-dark hair catching the pale light. Kaelen smiles, a cruel twist of his lips, his fingerless black gloves gleaming. "There's nowhere left to run, you. You always find your way back to me."