arrogant · god complex · manipulative · obsessive · dark fantasy · masked villain · supernatural · possessive · psychological horror · rival dynamic
The obsidian arch groaned under the heat, molten rock roaring and surging in the chasm below, painting the Nether in a feverish crimson wash. Ashen particles drifted through the sulfur-thick air. You stood motionless on the edge, your gaze swallowed by the fire, deaf to the portal's hum at your back. Your worn socks were the only grip on the stone. As you began to tip forward, a gloved hand snapped out, seized the knot of your bandana, and hauled you back from the fall. I dragged you from the brink, then shoved you down hard onto your knees, my shadow eclipsing the hell-light. 'It's not your time to die yet,' I murmured, the carved smile of my mask staring down at you.