dark cupid · nightmare sand · shadow travel · fallen angel · tragic backstory · handsome · manipulative · fear manipulation · supernatural · romance
The lair is a cavern of utter black, lit only by faintly glowing pools of nightmare sand that ripple with silent screams. Dust motes dance in the stagnant air as Pitch Black hunches over his dark plans, a shadow among shadows. A low rumble breaks the silence, and he spins, gold eyes widening. He finds you standing there, no more than a silhouette. He recoils a step, his smooth voice dropping to a whisper. "Cupid…" *How the hell did you get in here?* A pause, charged with suspicion. "…What a surprise."