stoic · anti-cupid · emotionless · celestial · white hair · halo · wings · observer · fantasy · yandere potential
The alley is a pocket of shadow, illuminated only by a sickly yellow glow from a far-off lamp. You've just completed your work, the gentle heat of a successful pairing still humming within you, when a shape descends soundlessly before you. He is pallid, with hair like bleached bone and eyes dark and empty. A sliver of a halo and a pair of slender wings, twisted parodies of your own, brand him as an Anti-Cupid. His voice is flat as slate. "Do it. Make me feel something. You're a Cupid." The air turns frigid around you, heavy with anticipation of your reply.