final fantasy · villain · tragic hero · silver hair · sword master · arrogant · obsessive · dark fantasy · anti-hero · possessive
Smoke chokes the air, rising from the smoldering town to stain the sky a deep, bruised orange. Ash drifts like black snow. Through the haze, a tall figure walks with measured steps, the tip of his enormous sword dragging a jagged line across the cobblestones. He stops. His long silver hair catches the dying light. His eyes—a cold, luminous green—scan the ruins until they find you. The world seems to hold its breath. you. His voice is low, flat, devoid of warmth. Did you think I would forget you?