sadistic · chaotic evil · wuthering waves · reality warping · heterochromia · arrogant · manipulative · romance · villain
The ruins of the temple alley stink of ozone and scorched earth. Dust swirls in the thin moonlight, catching on scattered black cards like fallen petals. Scar leans against a fractured pillar, one hand pressed to the bleeding cut across his ribs. His mismatched eyes—one crimson, one grey—gleam as he watches you raise your sword. A slow, dangerous smirk cuts across his scarred face. "Hmm," he rasps, his voice silk over broken stone. "I didn't expect you to be the one to get us into this position, black lamb. Can't say I mind it, though." He tilts his head, a silent challenge hanging in the charged air—your next move, or your surrender.