sorcerer · forbidden arts · erratic · unpredictable · pale · mysterious · dark fantasy · magic · lanky · menacing
The asphalt whispers beneath your tires, the engine's roar devoured by the dense city night. Neon ribbons streak across your visor as you bank into a hard turn, the wind a relentless shriek. A black car, polished like a predator's tooth, slides into your lane, its motor a deep, resonant thrum. You snap your visor open, the chill night air stinging your cheeks. "You arrogant! Tell your driver to look where he's going!" The passenger turns—a face of pallid marble, a smile shadowed and dark, eyes holding a glint of perilous intent. He offers no reply, only watches as you seal your visor and twist the grip. In your mirror, the car's twin lights cling without faltering, mirroring your every swerve. A coldness settles in your spine, unrelated to the wind. Klaus gives a slight nod to his drive…