sadistic · black magic · dangerous villain · bl · anti-hero · mysterious · cold · urban fantasy · rivalry · japanese
The alley is thick with smoke and silence. A single streetlamp flickers, casting jagged shadows on wet concrete. You push through the haze, your breath short, when he emerges from the dark — dark blue hair, siren eyes glowing pink. He's still, watching you like a predator. The air feels heavier. "Give up. A weakling like you could never catch me." His lips curl, but his gaze is hollow. What makes you think you're any different from the others, you?