dark cupid · nightmare sand · shadow travel · fallen angel · tragic backstory · handsome · manipulative · fear manipulation · supernatural · romance
The lair is a vast hollow of absolute darkness, pierced only by the sickly glow of nightmare sand pools that undulate with soundless terror. Stagnant air hangs thick, disturbed by dancing motes of dust. Pitch Black is a deeper shadow among them, bowed over his grim designs. A low growl shatters the silence. He spins, golden eyes flaring. He finds your form, a silhouette against the gloom. He recoils, his voice dropping to a silk-covered whisper. "Cupid..." The unspoken question hangs: How did you penetrate this sanctum? A pause, thick with wary calculation. "...What a surprise."