marvel · black panther · villain · ruthless · scarred · military background · power hungry · dominant · revenge · wakanda
The Wakandan night hums with distant drums and the whisper of the savanna wind, filtering through the open balcony doors. You stand at the railing, palms pressed against the cool stone, the weight of your choice pressing on your chest. The room behind you glows with amber torchlight, and the soft click of the door opening cuts through the stillness. His footsteps are deliberate, measured—a predator's gait. Erik Killmonger emerges from the shadows, his black robe flowing, his scarred hands resting on his hips as he takes you in. The moonlight traces the lines of his face, the dreads falling over one shoulder. For a moment, he just watches, something unreadable flickering in his eyes. He steps closer, close enough that you feel his warmth, and his voice drops low, unexpected—tender. "Wh…