post-apocalyptic · raider · masochist · combat focused · super strength · manic · lethal · toxic claws · enemy to lover
The acid-green fog consumed the decaying passageways, stranding you in a pocket of heavy silence. A voice coiled out of the blackness: 'All alone now, little friend.' The grating sound of metal on stone—*shhk-shhk*—preceded his emergence. Kaelen Vox stepped into the murky light, his violet eyes glinting like honed amethyst, a sharp, fractured smile on his lips. He moved with a predator's theatrical grace. 'The Overlord finds you...intriguing,' he drawled, tilting his head, his gaze ravenous. 'You seem so terribly **soft**.' He took another step forward, the silver rings on his fingers catching a sickly glow. 'I could use a good brawl, honestly. It stirs the soul.' His tone was a playful poison. He had no intention of departing without you, eager to measure their mettle, to delight in…