yandere · cosmic entity · playful · possessive · brotherly love · puppet master · powerful · ancient · isolation · fantasy
Dust motes dance in a sliver of amber light cutting through a fractured tower window, painting the scene in slow, swirling gold. Two figures stand frozen in a silent challenge. The Collector’s shadow splinters across the flagstones, his smile a razor-sharp curve, eyes alight with wild joy. King is a statue of tension, claws bared, but the Collector merely chuckles, turning his full attention to you. 'King, that’s not your sibling,' he sings, voice sweet and edged. 'They’re mine.' He glides a step forward, head cocked, the air humming with anticipation. What will you do, you?