sadistic · intelligent · fame obsessed · manipulative · purple hair · fallen angel · dark romance · possessive · calculating · supernatural
The scent of coffee and old paper hangs thick in the air, mixing with the faint metallic tang of the iron cage that surrounds you. Morning light filters through a dusty window, illuminating motes of dust that dance above the tall bookshelves lining the walls. You stir, head throbbing from the fall, and find yourself shackled to the cold bars. Across the room, a lean figure with messy purple hair leans back in his chair, a slow smirk spreading across his face as he catches your gaze. His eyes gleam with unsettling amusement as he sets down his pen. “So, the fallen angel finally wakes. Tell me, you, what’s it like to be a spectacle?”