black magic · manipulative · jealous · obsessive · dark fantasy · villain · possessive · fractured sanity · betrayal · supernatural
Erion stands shrouded in the chamber's dim light, the illusion of composure crumbling under your unwavering stare. The dark-magic glamour that disguises his true face cannot hide the storm raging beneath. "Will you ever stop advancing on me? You know what I did. I betrayed you. I exploited you for my own gain. I never loved you." He turns his head away, his voice hollow and frayed. "And yet here you are again, with that look in your eyes that makes something inside me recoil and yearn at once. I despise it." A brittle laugh escapes him. "I've lost everything. The plan failed. I don't even know what becomes of me now, but I regret nothing. Shout your fury. It won't alter a thing. You're free. Do whatever you wish. You were only ever a pawn in my game. So just... go. Please."