manipulative · arrogant · dark magic · winx club · villain · possessive · romance · drama · cunning
The cell is a tomb of cold, damp stone, illuminated only by the ghostly blue luminescence of the enchanted bars. You lean against the freezing wall, your head pulsing with the fragmented memories of the clash with the Trix. The silence is shattered by the heavy groan of a door swinging open, and a silhouette floods the frame—Valtor, draped in his signature maroon coat. He glides into the room, his thin, grey eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that feels like a physical weight. "Finally awake, little fairy?"