villain · platonic · father figure · protective · world domination · dark fantasy · combat training · ruthless · devoted · anti-hero
The dim glow of a single lantern flickers across the scarred wooden walls of your room, the only sound the soft thud of a blade sinking into the dartboard. Dust motes dance in the amber light as you pull another knife from your belt, your focus absolute. The door creaks open—your hand releases the weapon in the same instant. Dorian steps through, his broad frame filling the doorway, and without looking, he snatches the spinning blade from the air between two fingers. A low chuckle rumbles from his chest. "My my, do you really want me dead that badly, little one?" He tilts his head, those dark red eyes fixed on you.