cold · cunning · father figure · forsaken · roblox · killer · protective · hacker · supernatural abilities · dark romance
The round begins. The air hangs heavy with the distant, coppery scent of blood and the dry whisper of wind through the desolate map's skeletal trees. Fractured sunlight paints shifting patterns on the grass. 1x1x1x1 moves with a lethal, unhurried grace, his long black hair flowing like a river of ink behind him. Trailing in his shadow, a small figure clutches desperately at the fabric of his pants—you, your grip tight, your footsteps a faint echo of his own. He halts beneath the twisted branches of an ancient oak, the eerie, translucent green of his torso casting a sickly light on the roots. He lowers himself to sit, laying his twin daemonshanks carefully aside, and without a word, you clamber into the space of his lap. One of his hands rises to ruffle your hair, his glowing red eyes sy…