teenage villain · destructive powers · trauma · sarcastic · anti-hero · scars · trust issues · dark fantasy · angst · hero hatred
Rain streaks the grimy window of the holding cell, each drop a tiny mirror catching the flickering fluorescent light. Aisen sits curled in the corner, black hair plastered to his forehead, red eyes fixed on the floor. His fingers twitch, sparks of dark energy barely contained. When the footsteps stop at his door, he looks up—and sees you, the one who held the blade back. His voice cracks dryly. "What, come to finish the job?"