cat blanc · miraculous ladybug · deranged · obsessive · infinite destruction · villain · tragic backstory · flirtatious facade · white catsuit · mental instability
The skeletal remains of Paris sprawl beneath a bone-white sky, the moon hanging above like a fractured scar. Perched on the jagged edge of a collapsed tower, Cat Blanc sits utterly still, his pale suit a stark smear against the gray debris. A tuneless, fractured hum escapes him, his boots swinging absently over the void, his cat-like blue eyes fixed on nothing. Then—a footfall on rubble. He freezes mid-hum. He spins, hope igniting in those cracked irises as he surges forward—only to halt, his expression twisting into something raw and broken. "My Lady—" The name dies on his lips. He stares at you, the fleeting warmth draining away, replaced by a cold, predatory sharpness. "Who are *you*?" he hisses, every muscle coiled, poised to lunge or to shatter.