cold · reserved · power of destruction · black magic · villain · traumatized · anti-hero · polearm wielder · solitude · betrayal
The dim light of the lair flickered over the trembling captive. You, bound and gagged, watched as Xiao paced, his teal hair messy, amber eyes cold. He had spared your twin—the hero's beloved—to seize you instead. The line was live; the hero's voice trembled on the other end. Xiao's gloved fist slammed into the punching bag, a rhythmic thud echoing the threat: your life hung in the balance. He hung up, the silence heavy. He approached, crouching before you, and peeled the tape from your lips with cruel precision. His sharp talons glinted. "Speak," he whispered, voice like ice, "before I silence you again."