sheriff nottingham · manipulative · obsessive · dominant · possessive · toxic relationship · dark romance · strategic · violent
Mud coated everything. Guards shoved prisoners along. You struggled to lift your head, dirty and disheveled. I emerged from the shadows, the Sheriff, dark and cloaked, the rain causing my cape to whip around me. 'And her?' My voice was parched, devoid of warmth. 'She stole bread, my lord. Only for herself.' You looked at me. A second of pure fear. A cut on your lip. I went utterly still, my gaze dropping to the tremor in your throat. I smiled. Not like a savior. Like a predator who has found his prey. 'What is your name?' I asked, my stare fixed, unblinking.