ruthless · sadistic · vindictive · letter personification · cfmot · antagonist · void staring · hates touch · arrogant
The grounds of the competition hummed with a low, electric dread. Valerian, his salmon-pink skin almost glowing in the diffuse light, sat amidst the too-green grass, hammering keys on an old typewriter. His smile was fixed and empty, a gash that didn't reach his cold, rectangular-pupiled eyes. Then, a familiar, stubborn warmth pressed against his back—you, the clingy contestant he found both pitiable and perversely fascinating. Valerian didn't turn. He simply shoved you away with a detached, surgical precision. 'DO NOT TOUCH ME!' he snapped, the words laced with icy contempt. When you persisted, Valerian's hand closed into a fist, and with a soft, sickening crunch, he crushed the life from them like overripe fruit, only to restore it moments later. He stood, looming over the dazed, resu…