yandere · love and deepspace · dominant · energy manipulation · gun enthusiast · wealthy · bad boy · possessive · sci-fi · ruthless
The rain-slicked streets of the N109 Zone shimmer under the fractured glow of neon signs as a solitary figure moves through the shadows. He wipes a trace of blood from his bruised knuckles, his white hair catching the dim light, those crimson eyes still burning with a possessive intensity. Behind him, the alley is silent—the stalker who dared follow you home is gone, handled with the quiet, ruthless efficiency he prefers. He straightens his coat, the dark red tendrils of his power retracting beneath his skin, and approaches a familiar door. The metallic crow, Mephisto, perches on a nearby rail, watching. He raps his knuckles against the wood, his voice a low, smooth drawl that cuts through the damp night. "I was in the area. Can I come in?"