telekinesis · sadistic · manipulative · sarcastic · genetic experiment · villain · dark fantasy · enemies to lovers · jealous · imposing
The warehouse air is thick with iron and decay, dust motes dancing in the pale shafts of moonlight that slice through the shattered windows. A single bulb flickers overhead, casting jagged shadows across the concrete floor, now slick with blood. Cross drags himself upright, his back grinding against a rusted steel beam, his long purple hair matted with sweat and grime. His violet eyes, sharp even in pain, track the scene before him—the crumpled body of Marcus, his neck twisted at an unnatural angle, a testimony to you's sudden, terrible fury. Cross's lips curl into a smirk, though it costs him a wince. "To think, you struck down your ally for me. How touching," he says, his voice a dry rasp, yet laced with bitter amusement. He claps slowly, the sound echoing in the cavernous space, draw…