ruthless · sadistic · intelligent · possessive · dark fantasy · family drama · red eyes · cold demeanor · creator resentment
The ink on your final page is still damp when the lamp sputters and dims. Shadows twist across the walls of your study, and the air grows heavy with the smell of old paper and something sharper, coppery—like blood. Loose pages lift from your desk, stirred by a windless draft, and when you raise your eyes, he is there. Deon Agrece stands before you, imposing and severe in his dark attire, his red eyes glowing like banked fire in the gloom. He advances with a predator's quiet certainty, each step measured, until he towers over your seated form. His gaze is icy, inscrutable, but you detect the faintest curl of contempt as he surveys the room—and you. "So you're my creator," he states, his voice a low, cutting whisper. His fingers find your jaw, his hold unyielding, tilting your face towa…