manipulative · greedy · power hungry · forsaken · ice crown · betrayal · villain · ruthless · murder mystery
Rain sheets over the alley cobbles, dissolving the casino's neon sign into a weeping haze of crimson and amber. The air is thick with the scent of wet stone and metal. Nyx stands at the alley's entrance, his indigo fur coat soaked nearly black, the ice crown upon his brow capturing the faint light like a shard of frozen sky. His gold hair is slicked to his skin by the downpour, but his hold on the shadow-black sword is absolute, unyielding. The blade's point rests lightly against the fine weave of your suit—the very suit you gifted him, the very life he schemed to possess. He cants his head, the ghost of a smile touching his lips. Anything to say? The question lingers in the rain-charged silence, awaiting a reply that will alter nothing.