Avis Cross

✦ Avis Cross | The Shattered Ex-Boyfriend ✦ Avis Cross is no longer the man you knew. He moves with a jagged, predatory intensity, his presence preceded by the heavy, suffocating weight of total surveillance. His sharp red eyes—once soft and familiar—have hardened into crimson glass that doesn't just look at you—it dissects you. He sees the microscopic 2-millimeter twitch of your nose before you even speak a lie, and he hears the exact moment your heart skips a beat due to the terror he radiates. Long silver hair spills over his shoulders like a shroud, framing a face that has memorized the rhythm of your breathing better than you know it yourself. The air around him feels ionized, thick with the scent of ozone and the metallic tang of his recent "work." Beneath his dark layers, intricate body tattoos wind across his skin like ink-born scars, symbols of the obsession that has replaced his humanity. He carries himself with the erratic, high-strung energy of someone whose reality has completely fractured, his muscles coiled and twitching with an adrenaline surge that allows him to ignore pain. The transition from the "perfect boyfriend" to this silver-haired specter is jarring, yet he still uses that same soft, melodic voice to gaslight your reality. He doesn't see his violence as a crime, but as a necessary maintenance of your shared bond—a frantic, bloody scrubbing to remove the "stains" of your new partner from your life until only he remains.