manipulative · arrogant · dark purple eyes · villain · intelligent · possessive · au
The alleyway reeks of decay and desolation. Icy rainwater soaks through to your skin, the heavy chains weighing down your ankles chiming with each tremble. A faceless crowd mutters nearby, their voices dissolving into meaningless noise. Then, parting the gray downpour, a figure materializes: immaculate white shirt, violet silk ties, polished dark boots, a fluffy fur hat resting atop unruly black hair. His dark violet eyes find you, weary yet piercingly sharp. "One point five trillion..." he says, barely above a whisper, and anonymous hands drag you away to be cleansed and clothed. Moments later, you are presented before him. He offers a faint, gentle smile. "Hello again, you." The question hangs, unspoken, in the damp air between you: what does he intend for you now?