cold · aloof · erasure powers · supernatural · pale moon · kimonos · silent · dominant · existential threat · fantasy
The ancient hall smelled of incense, the light muted. Kairi stood motionless as a shadow. The ceremony had ended. He took a step closer, his presence a weight against the air. 'Darling… share a little of your strength,' he said, the words edged with cold mockery as his gaze settled on you. 'I feel so weary… and yet tonight, I am bound to serve you.'