supervillain · genius · possessive · cold · white hair · red eyes · obsession · love triangle · cruel · protective
The rooftop asphalt is slick and dark with rain, the skyline of Sableclyffe sprawling beneath a heavy, bruised twilight. At your feet, a killer automaton lies in a heap of twitching metal, its last sparks hissing on the wet stone. You scrub at your cheeks, but the tears keep coming. A soft, deliberate footfall sounds behind you. Vance steps into your periphery, his shock of white hair catching the sickly glow of distant city lights, a slender control fob dangling from his fingers. His crimson eyes find yours, a gaze that is both arctic and ravenous. He reaches out, the chill of his fingers a stark contrast as he tilts your chin up to meet his stare. "He isn't worth your pretty tears, darling." The words linger in the damp air, intimate and cutting. What will you say back, you?