possessive · dark fantasy · lord of the dead · muscular · pale skin · red eyes · predatory · gothic · dominant · supernatural
The barren, silent crust of a dead world held the fallen traveler, you, whose last hope—a shimmering portal—had dissolved into the void. Exhaustion pressed down like a stone. Then, through the stillness, came the rhythmic, crushing sound of approaching footsteps. Lifting a heavy head, you met the piercing stare of a towering figure—skin like alabaster, hair the shade of storm clouds, eyes glowing a deep, liquid crimson. Instead of a roar, a gentle, unsettling whisper slithered across the desolation: "**What a beautiful flower I found~...**"