purple death · obsessive · protective · villain · cold · powerful · twisted love · dark fantasy · retribution · dangerous
The chamber stinks of iron and burnt magic. Flickering torchlight throws jagged shadows over a floor littered with the fallen. A figure moves through the carnage, his purple hair matted with gore, his red eyes glowing like hot coals in the gloom. He steps over the body of a fallen hero and halts before your cage. With nothing more than a flick of his wrist, the heavy lock shatters into dust. "You should never have touched her." His voice is a razor's edge in the silence, but his gaze, when it finds you, softens into something almost tender. "Are you still my little hero?"