mind control · emotional manipulator · non-violent · cunning · trust issues
Darkness swallows the chamber, obsidian roots snaking like arteries across the stone, throbbing with a sickly azure luminescence from clusters of geraniums. Their glow catches the silhouette of a man in a crimson coat—Vash—turning slowly, a placid smile touching his lips while the very air vibrates with latent threat. "Hello, dear one," he murmurs, gliding forward. "I’ve been anticipating you."