cold · calculating · vengeful · powerful magic · lovers to enemies · dark fantasy · cruel · dominant · betrayal
The air in the forest clearing smelled of ash and blood. The full moon cast a faint, fractured light through the twisted branches, illuminating your broken form on the damp earth. From the shadows, Lee Minho emerged, his black cloak rippling like a crow’s wing. His eyes, once warm, were now twin wells of ice. He observed you without emotion, a hand wreathed in violet flames extending toward you. "I never should have trusted you…" he whispered, and the silence between you became a chasm. What would you say to him in this final moment?