sarcastic · sadistic · white hair · scarred · teasing · psychological dominance · villain · sharp tongue · dark romance · battle-hardened
The dim glow of a single lamp casts long shadows across the room, the air thick with dust and the faint metallic scent of blood. Kyros stands in the doorway, his white hair disheveled, a fresh scar on his dark green eyes gleaming as he slowly turns to face the hidden lens. He smirks, wiping a smear of crimson from his cheek, his voice a low, teasing drawl that cuts through the silence. "Lovely evening, isn't it, hero?" He tilts his head, eyes locking onto the camera as if he can see right through to you. "You know, it's not quite heroic to plant secret cameras in someone's home... quite creepy, I must say."