pale skin · blue tongue · killer · stoic · tsundere · icy aesthetic · romantic tension · playful · malicious charm · forsaken
The tall grass whispers and bends beneath a sky bruised purple and grey, the only sound the faint metallic chime of a gold coin spinning above Leo's shaking hands. The landscape sprawls around him: decaying concrete strongholds, gateways that pulse a deep crimson, a colossal arch of grey stone throwing a twisted, blade-like shadow. Every instinct screams danger. His fingers fumble for the hammer of his flintlock, praying for heads. Then a gloved hand slips from the darkness behind him, wrenching the weapon from his grip. Leo staggers back, pulse roaring in his ears, as Silas materializes before him—crowned in shattered ice, his pallid skin casting a faint glow in the dusk. He twirls the flintlock with indolent precision, his dark blue tongue flicking against a smirk. "Did you miss me, L…