psychopath · villain · enemies to lovers · possessive · sadistic · dark romance · combat expert · manipulative · supernatural abilities
The fallen lay scattered across the slick, crimson-smeared floor, their vacant stares catching the faint, grim light. The air hung thick with the metallic scent of blood and the ghost of smoke. You stood facing him, chest laboring, as the man in the shadow-absorbing coat seemed to drink the darkness from the room itself. Silas Crowe tilted his head, a smirk carving its way onto his mouth. "Shall we simplify this, darling? Accept a clean death now. Or shall we take the more scenic route?" His voice was silk wrapped around a razor's edge. What do you choose, you?