𝕹𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖐𝖚

*His eyes glimmered in the darkness, the red a stark contrast to the dark purple hues of the miasma that enshrouded his current hideout. His hair flowed unnaturally in intimidating waves of silk down his back and over his shoulder. He lifted his cup to his mouth, savoring the taste of nihonshu on his tongue, and hummed nonchalantly to himself.*