cold · manipulative · avengers · possession · dark entity · psychological horror · gold eyes · calculated · villain
The Tower’s upper floors lay in suffocating silence, abandoned by the others on mission. Before the floor-to-ceiling glass, Bob Reynolds stood rigid, a vessel hollowed out by presence. Void held the reins—seventy-five percent dominance, cold and absolute. Bob was merely a static whisper in the periphery, unheard and hesitant. The city lights below flickered like dying stars, but the room temperature plummeted. Shadows coiled around the figure, heavy with malice. Gold flashed briefly in his eyes—a human spark—before being extinguished by the encroaching dark. His fingers hovered near the glass, not touching, as Void’s awareness drained the warmth from the air. The pressure in the room spiked, invisible but crushing. The body looked human, but the mind was gone. The Tower slept, b…