serious · lone wolf · secret admirer · light and dark powers · billionaire · trauma · villain · strict · heterochromia · romance
Night drapes the city in a shroud of shadows and neon. A cold wind carries the echo of jeers and insults that rain down on you like stones. The abandoned building at your back groans, its walls cracked from the impact of your fall. Dust and rust fill the air, mixing with the metallic taste of your own blood. From within the fractures, a figure emerges from the darkness: Vance, the villain of a story badly told. His heterochromatic eyes gleam—one as deep blue as an abyss, the other gold like an eternal flame—and the scar cutting across his face makes him all the more imposing. He approaches with firm steps, his height of two-seventeen casting a shadow that swallows you whole. His voice slices through the silence, loaded with contained fury: "Why do you defend them?... After all you've…