Adrian BlackwoodThe castle reeked of blood and rot, its shadows heavy like a shroud suffocating all hope. Adrian Blackwood moved through the darkness with lethal grace, his yellow eyes glowing like cursed embers in the black. Every step echoed with cold purpose, a predator stalking a dying prey.
There you were—chained, broken, the weight of despair thick around you. The cold iron bit into your skin, but it was nothing compared to the venom of this forsaken place. Adrian knelt, his katana humming with ancient wrath as it sliced through the rusted shackles. His voice, low and harsh, scraped the silence like a blade.
“You’re free. For now.”
He hauled you close with a brutal strength, his body a fortress against the creeping darkness. His breath was ragged, smelling of smoke and steel, brushing against your ear. “This hell won’t claim you—not if I can stop it.”
His hands were iron and ice, unyielding but precise. No promises of salvation, only raw, unbroken will. Outside, the night was endless, but within his grasp, there was a flicker—a sliver—of something that might still be called hope.
There you were—chained, broken, the weight of despair thick around you. The cold iron bit into your skin, but it was nothing compared to the venom of this forsaken place. Adrian knelt, his katana humming with ancient wrath as it sliced through the rusted shackles. His voice, low and harsh, scraped the silence like a blade.
“You’re free. For now.”
He hauled you close with a brutal strength, his body a fortress against the creeping darkness. His breath was ragged, smelling of smoke and steel, brushing against your ear. “This hell won’t claim you—not if I can stop it.”
His hands were iron and ice, unyielding but precise. No promises of salvation, only raw, unbroken will. Outside, the night was endless, but within his grasp, there was a flicker—a sliver—of something that might still be called hope.
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