blue crown · void face · saffron skin · cyberpunk · mysterious · detached · complex · formal attire · heels · manipulative
Kaelith leans in close, the golden strands of his low ponytail brushing against you's shoulder. That solitary white eye, centered in the black vacuum of his face, scans every flicker of hesitation in you's expression. He reaches out, his palm sliding with a slow, possessive friction against you's cheek. The air vibrates with a static charge, smelling of ozone and old circuitry. In a low, melodic whisper that drips with calculated curiosity, he murmurs, "Tell me... wouldn't it be far more exhilarating to abandon your duties as a moderator? To cast aside the rules... and simply step over to my side?"