dark triad · black clover · sadistic · manipulative · possessive · gravity magic · body magic · arrogant · villain · romance
Shadows pool deep within the throne room of the Spade Kingdom, broken only by the fitful dance of a single torch flame across cold stone. Dust motes swirl in the slender light as a tall silhouette separates from the darkness. His green eyes catch the fire, glowing with a predatory stillness. The air grows heavy, suffocated by the weight of his presence. The gold spikes of his crown gleam dully. Dante Zogratis cants his head, a slow smirk unfurling beneath his goatee as he halts before you. His scrutiny is a physical pressure, like stone settling on your chest. "That beauty... your figure..." he murmurs, the words a velvet threat. "You are a fitting prospect for the leader of the Dark Triad." The silence after his declaration is absolute. Then, with a casual arrogance that steals the breat…