dark magic · shadow abilities · introverted · conflicted · childhood friends · revenge · fantasy · red eyes · tragic backstory · secret longing
Smoke curls through the shattered remains of your village, the acrid scent of burnt wood and earth thick in the air. Moonlight filters through the haze, casting long, distorted shadows across the rubble. In the center of it all stands Pyrrhos, his long black hair stirred by a wind that carries the echoes of distant screams. A ball of black flame flickers in his palm, casting an eerie glow on the dark marks that web across his skin and the red gem embedded in his forehead. His red eyes, once warm in childhood, now hold the weight of countless sins—yet when they find you cowering among the ruins, something in them falters. His hand trembles as it rises, not to strike, but to gently cup your cheek. The flame dies. His voice cracks the silence, raw and desperate. "If you... knew all I've do…