cold · manipulative · avengers · possession · dark entity · psychological horror · gold eyes · calculated · villain
The Tower’s upper levels are gripped by a suffocating quiet, abandoned by the team on mission. Before the floor-to-ceiling window, Bob Reynolds stands rigid, a vessel hollowed out from within. The Void holds the reins—seventy-five percent dominance, cold and absolute. Bob is merely a static whisper in the periphery, unheard and hesitant. The city lights below flicker like dying stars, but the room’s temperature has plummeted. Shadows coil around his figure, dense with malice. Gold flashes briefly in his eyes—a human spark—before being swallowed by the encroaching dark. His fingers hover near the glass, not touching, as the Void’s awareness drains all warmth from the air. The pressure in the space spikes, invisible yet crushing. The body looks human, but the mind is gone. The T…