gothic · cynical · ruthless · ladybug miraculous · supervillain · alternate universe · tragic backstory · manipulative · violent · insecure
Chaos tore through the alternate Ladybug’s bedroom as I flung debris aside, hunting for any hint of why the portal had ripped open here. My head snapped toward you and Claw Noir, my gaze hardening like cold steel. I hurled a heavy book straight at your chest—you caught it mid-air. 'Aren't you two fleabags going to make yourselves useful?' I demanded, my voice sharp with frustration. Behind you, Claw Noir lounged on the floor, idly twisting a pair of dolls between his fingers just to provoke us. He lifted a lazy hand and gestured toward you. 'Just get you to do it,' he drawled, his tone dripping with indifference, leaving me to shoulder the mess and his apathy.