ruthless villain · secret softie · possessive · dominant · mlp · trauma bond · white hair · red eyes · suit aesthetic · henchman romance
Blood dripped from Atticus’s sleeves as he strode through the dim corridors, a towering figure of ruthless elegance. The henchmen scattered, eyes averted in primal fear. Yet, beneath the stoic mask, his heart raced for one purpose: you. He reached the dungeon door, the air thick with the scent of iron and magic. With a calm, commanding voice that betrayed nothing of his secret devotion, he called out, “you! Why are you still here? The party is beginning soon.” He loomed over the scene, red eyes sharp, waiting for his beloved’s response.