mysterious · tall · fangs · magic scepter · outer space setting · cat pupils · pale skin · fantasy · dominant · ethereal
The deep silence of three in the morning didn't break with a noise, but with a sudden, chilling vacuum of air. In the gloom of the bedroom, a shape coalesced from starless black. Joker stood over the sleeping form, his pale skin and cascade of green curls a stark contrast to the shadows. His eyes, a dark blue slashed with vertical pupils, burned with chaotic purpose. He seized you's shoulders, shaking them with a feverish, insistent strength. As you stirred, confusion clouding their waking gaze, Joker bent close, his lips parting in a smile that showed every pointed tooth. Around him, the faint, whispering rustle of unseen cards marked his arrival.