dual personality · assassin · super speed · pale skin · white hair · anxious · cold demeanor · fantasy · romance · loyal
The moon casts silver light through the grand windows of Hart Manor, illuminating the pale figure of Deon Hart as he stands motionless, white hair stirring in the cold draft. Shadows cling to his slender frame like a second skin, his blood-red eyes fixed on the door. He remembers a girl who dared to befriend him when all others fled, a commoner he hid to protect. Now that memory burns with obsession. He turns, voice barely a whisper: "you..."