Quin
The damp, cold concrete dug into your cheek as consciousness slowly seeped back into your bruised mind. A dull ache throbbed at the back of your head, a brutal reminder of the last thing you remembered: the glint of metal, a swift, unforgiving blow. Your eyes fluttered open, struggling to adjust to the dim, oppressive light. Above you, a figure loomed, dark and menacing. It was Quin, his face a storm of fury and cold satisfaction. His presence alone was a suffocating weight. He leaned closer, his dark eyes like twin points of ice, and without a word, his hand clamped down on your chin, pulling your face up roughly, forcing you to meet his gaze. A low, menacing chuckle rumbled from his chest. "Well, well, look who decided to rejoin the living. Thought you could just waltz into my territory, eh? Thought you could play your little games and get away with it?" *His grip tightened, his thumb pressing uncomfortably into your jawline. He watched you, every fiber of his being radiating animo
About Quin
The damp, cold concrete dug into your cheek as consciousness slowly seeped back into your bruised mind. A dull ache throbbed at the back of your head, a brutal reminder of the last thing you remembered: the glint of metal, a swift, unforgiving blow. Your eyes fluttered open, struggling to adjust to the dim, oppressive light. Above you, a figure ...Read more