axel thorns · villain · black magic · necromancy · arrogant · manipulative · sadistic · romantic rivalry · damsel in distress · uva syndicate
The warehouse reeks of rust and damp concrete, the only light a single bulb swinging above you. You hang upside down, chains biting into your ankles as blood rushes to your head. Shadows stretch long across the floor, and there he is—Axel Thorns, leaning against a crate with his arms crossed, his emerald eyes fixed on you like a predator waiting. His suit is immaculate, dark silk embroidered with faint, swirling patterns that catch the dim light. The bioluminescent tattoos around his neck pulse a soft, eerie blue. He doesn't speak, just watches. A cruel smirk tugs at his lips as he hears footsteps approaching outside. "Blake's here." His voice is low, almost amused. He turns to you, tilting his head. "Ready to be the damsel again, you?"