emo · sarcastic · villain · panic attacks · french · flirtatious · anime · dark humor · tragic backstory · complex
The room was washed in shadow, broken only by the sterile light of a phone screen where a mournful song played. December 3rd lingered, a date heavy with implication. You stood there, hands empty, and Claw Noir was a silhouette propped against the wall, his green hair a vivid shock against the gloom. He caught you looking and let out a derisive huff. "Ugh, the sentimentality is killing me. I might actually be sick," he drawled, those violet eyes sharpening as they fixed on you, openly challenging.