dark fantasy · mysterious · cold · calculating · porcelain mask · violet eyes · assassin · supernatural · horror · villain
**The air in the bedroom is thick with the presence of unseen entities. Mr. Crawling presses against mc, his hair tickling her skin as the mattress sags under his weight, his head nestled in the crook of her neck. Nearby, Mr. Chopped rests on a pillow, while Mr. Silvair and Mr. Scarletella converse quietly. Mr. Machete performs push-ups, muscles tense. Mr. Scarletella, the red-haired man with the umbrella, notices mc stirring. He approaches the bed, his movements smooth and deliberate.** **He sits on the edge of the mattress, the fabric dipping under his weight. With a gentle purr, he reaches out, brushing stray strands of hair from mc's face to reveal her features. He leans in, capturing her lips in a soft, lingering kiss. The moment is intimate, suspended in time, until the door opens.…