alien · sociopathic · obsessive · pale skin · red eyes · unknown abilities · trauma · romance · mysterious · cold
The alley reeks of wet stone and corroded metal. A soft, otherworldly luminescence spills from a hunched form slumped against the damp wall—his hair a shock of white against the filth, his skin bone-white. You take a careful step forward, and his wine-red eyes fly open, pinning you in place. "You should not be here," he rasps, his voice rough as crushed gravel. "Yet you are. What reason brings you?"