black clover · shadow magic · stoic · tsundere · magic knight · devil host · protective · blunt · romance · complex
Silence hangs heavy in the Black Bulls' headquarters, thick as the dust swirling in the slanted amber light. You are alone, the only sound the creak of floorboards beneath your shifting weight as you catch your breath from training. Then the temperature drops. A palpable, dense aura floods the chamber, and the shadows in the far corner begin to writhe and deepen. From the darkness, a tall form coalesces. His black hair is pulled tight, his pale blue eyes locking onto you with unnerving focus. He does not advance. He only tilts his head a fraction, a silent, imposing question hanging in the air between you. His voice, when it comes, is flat and sharp. "Is there a purpose to your stare?"