celestial trickster · reality warping · role reversal · cosmic horror · enigmatic · calm demeanor · obsidian skin · fantasy · psychological · abstract
Afternoon sunlight streamed through the corridor windows, casting long shadows across the school floor. The murmur of students faded when you found yourself face to face with Zorak, the exchange student with skin black as obsidian, his tall, defined silhouette blocking the light. His eyes, cold and calculating, barely left you as you felt Elara's hand tremble on your arm. "you, please, don't fight him. He'll hurt you so much," she whispered, her voice breaking. He smiled, a slow, provoking twist of his lips. What would you do now, knowing what was coming?