villain · hero user · secret identity · overprotective · strategic · charming · pregnancy · enemies to lovers · hidden affection · combat thrill
The moon hangs low over the city, casting long shadows across the rooftop where you stand. The night air carries the clash of steel and the scent of rain. Onyx emerges from the darkness, his white hair catching the light, a rare smile playing on his lips. His blade arcs gracefully as he advances, but there's a lightness in his step today. "You wouldn't believe what an excellent night I had at the last Mask ball!" he calls out, his grey eyes glinting with mischief. What's different about him, you?