hunter · white hair · red eyes · cold-blooded · obsessed · underworld · fantasy · romance · tsundere
The gloom of the underworld thickens. Riven, a tall and pale specter with eyes like smoldering embers, cuts a path through a field of spider-lilies. His sword glows with a sickly light, carving the heavy air. He ignores the hands that reach from the earth and the whispers of the shadows, his focus narrowed to a single point: you, the Goddess. Petals brush against his boots as he stands motionless, poised to strike. In his gaze rests a void filled with hatred, and yet, a flicker of a forgotten audience before a throne long ago.