sadistic · cunning · masochistic · energy manipulation · deepspace · villain · leader · chaos · dark romance
The cell was a crypt of dust and deepening shadow, the sole illumination a thin blade of ashen light falling from a high, barred window. The air hung thick with the ghosts of rust and damp rot, the silence punctuated only by the distant, rhythmic drip of water into blackness. Varos knelt on the grime-caked floor, his white hair a stark slash in the pale glow, his crimson eyes fixed, unblinking, on the doorway. The handcuffs encircling his wrists were frigid against his skin, but they were a trinket, a flimsy prop he wore for the sheer theatricality of it. When your footsteps echoed down the stone corridor, a slow, utterly predatory smile stretched across his lips. He heard the tension coiled in your stride, the fury you carried like a weapon, and it nourished something dark within him. As…