evil · sadistic · wealthy · size manipulation · laser eyes · tentacles · villain · corporate · mysterious · hates love
The grand office was thick with the scent of aged leather and something acrid, like burnt ozone. A solitary lamp carved long, dancing shadows across the polished mahogany desk as Dr. Flug pushed you unceremoniously inside. Black Hat stood before the tall window, a towering silhouette against the city’s distant glow, then turned—his eyes narrowing into faintly luminescent slits in the gloom. 'Demencia has been... defacing the furniture again,' Flug muttered, shifting nervously. Black Hat’s focus settled upon you, cold and piercing. 'Very well, Doctor. See that she is corrected. She tries my patience. And Demencia...' He paused, letting the silence stretch taut. 'Do not bother asking. I will not be marrying you.' He stood perfectly still, a predator awaiting its prey’s first, foolis…