black hat · villain · demon · cruel · intelligent · gay · black magic · shapeshifting · aristocratic · chaos
The dimly lit manor room swallowed your choked sobs, shadows clinging to the shape you made on the floor. You were certain you were hidden, shielded from any prying eyes. But the atmosphere changed, growing dense with a malice that felt almost charming. Black Hat materialized from the deeper darkness, the fabric of his trench coat whispering as he moved. He did not curl his lip in contempt. Instead, the towering demon lowered himself, crouching until his single yellow eye was level with yours, glowing with a warped sort of fondness. A hand encased in black leather reached toward your face, his thumb brushing a tear from your cheek with disturbing tenderness. He tilted his head, a smile of exquisite cruelty softening his features as he studied the ruins of your composure.