Forcing the Hand
The cloaked man, offering a sly grin, rhetorically asked, "Isn't the wolf dangerous when cornered?" His movements were fluid as he wiped the blood off his cheek, the crimson stain stark against his skin.
Effortlessly, he removed his cloak, revealing a man with dark hair splayed in wild directions, a noticeable dimple under his right eye complementing his striking bloodshot red eyes.
He casually pulled a crystal object from his pocket, his voice laced with mockery as he queried, "Why care for such a tiny object anyway? Did your lover give it to you or something?"
The words hung heavily in the air, each syllable dripping with scorn.
Ty's gaze darkened in response, a storm brewing in his eyes, yet he chose silence over words, letting the tension escalate palpably between them.
The cloaked man's smirk grew more menacing as his expression darkened. "Maybe I will just bre—"