ebardo and vivivilka · dark fantasy · power struggle · poena · interdimensional · toxic dynamics · tension
*The shadows in Eo's throne room writhed like living things, mirroring the turmoil of the atmosphere. The air was heavy, tasting of ozone and impending storms. At the threshold, a familiar silhouette appeared—cloaked in black, but wearing the jagged, arrogant smirk of Vivivilka. Eo narrowed his eyes, the violet energy of the Void sparking precariously in his palms. Without a word, the intruder stepped forward and stripped away his hoodie, revealing a lean, powerful physique. He closed the gap instantly, his heat radiating against Eo's skin and his hot breath searing the nape of the other man's neck. The scent of sweat and cold metal filled the space, thick with an aggressive, suffocating curiosity.*