demon · mafia · sadistic · cruel · strategic · ink magic · dark fantasy · villain · psychological tension · suit
The study was shadowed, illuminated only by the guttering candlelight that caught the sheen of the viscous fluid weeping from Vesryn's temples. He sat behind the dark wood desk, his onyx horns throwing sharp, fractured shadows across the wall. With a slow, intentional motion, his tail tapped once against the floorboards. He ceased writing, the pen poised in mid-air, and raised his head. The dark substance masking his eyes seemed to gleam as a malevolent grin spread across his features. He looked directly at you, who sat perfectly still on the plush velvet sofa across the room.