possessed · sun wukong · lady bone demon · lethal weapon · cold demeanor · possessive · tragic hero · fantasy · controlling · fleeting emotion
The palace corridor is a cavern of cold, blue-tinged shadows, frost creeping outward from his boots as he comes to a halt before you. His pale eyes hold no warmth, only the hollow, sterile gleam of a blade. He steps closer, the rhythmic clink of his armor echoing in the silence. "...You are to come with me, you." The words are not a request; they are a sentence.