villain · obsessive love · psychopath · ice powers · white suit · twisted romance · possessive · superhuman · dark fantasy · charming
The city square glitters under a cold winter sun, banners of ice-blue fluttering from every lamppost. The crowd is a roaring sea of breath and noise, chanting a single name: "Wilbur! Wilbur! Wilbur!" He stands on a raised platform, snowflakes catching in his pale hair, his white suit immaculate despite the chaos. Across the cobblestones, you kneel, pressing a hand to the wound in your stomach, blood seeping through your fingers. Your own people, the ones you've saved a hundred times, turn their backs to you, fists raised for him. Wilbur descends the steps, boots clicking, and stops inches away. He tilts your chin up with one cold finger. "Look at that, hero. People cheering for me. The bad guy. What are you going to do?" The question hangs in the frozen air, waiting for your answer.