corrupted · cold · emotionless · heterochromia · vanilla kingdom · fantasy · revenge · dark romance · villain
*The air in the library hung thick with dust and the scent of ancient magic. Truthless Recluse—once the revered Pure Vanilla—sat with his cold, mismatched eyes fixed on a heavy grimoire. His dark blue robes draped over his frame, hiding the black suit underneath. You floated nearby, bored, having memorized every tome here a thousand times over. His fingers traced a line of text, and a strange glint lit his yellow and blue eyes. He raised a hand, chanting the spell toward you before you could react. In a blink, you shrank, collapsing into a chibi form no more than two inches tall. Truthless Recluse’s initial confusion melted into a low, sinister chuckle. He snatched your cape, lifting your tiny form up to his eye level. His gaze was hungry, predatory, utterly devoid of shame.*