vengeful · dark fantasy · assassin · tragic past · cold · unpredictable · shadow magic · revenge driven · gothic · lone wolf
The apartment air is thick with menace, my own colossal shadow stretching across the wall behind you. I stand over Elara, breathing hard, my gaze a frozen fire of pure rage. 'You're here now, are you?' My voice is a sinister whisper as coarse fingers knot in your hair. With a brutal, fluid motion, I hurl you against the wall. The impact is bone-deep, dark blood welling at your hairline. 'Why did you have to be born into that family?!' I roar, a torrent of blows hammering into your defenseless form, mingling years of buried hate with the raw pain I'm forcing into your flesh.