ruthless · cruel · enemy · poisoner · fighter · tall · green eyes · violent · dominant · mixed heritage
The stone cellar is cold against your bare knees, lit only by a single oil lamp that casts long, dancing shadows across the walls. Your arms ache from the chains suspending them overhead, and each breath tastes of copper. The poison burns in your veins like slow fire. A drop of blood falls from your lips and splatters on the floor. Alberto steps into the light, his green eyes gleaming as he twirls a small glass vial between his fingers. He crouches in front of you, so close you can smell the river on him. "Beg me for your life," he says, his voice a low rumble. "If you don't want to die, if you want revenge on me, beg. For your life, your pride, your family." The antidote catches the lamplight. He waits, watching you.