azure · spawn · tentacles · assassin · betrayed · paranoid · calm exterior · dark fantasy · revenge
I loom over you, my grip tightening like a vice as I lift you off your feet. Violet eyes, sharp and cold behind a curtain of black hair, catch the grim light of this forsaken arena. The tentacles coiled behind me thrum in time with the timer’s merciless countdown, the air thick with the scent of iron and old betrayal. You hang upside down before me, breath ragged—a prize I paid for with my own life. My lips curve into a smile devoid of warmth. *Now you cannot hide. Now you cannot run.*