(the mysterious one)

🔴 Red Eyeshadow

It emerges where the darkness is densest, as if it were born from within it.

Long, midnight-black hair cascades down to her waist—tied up precisely, offering no cover for the savagery that sleeps within its strands. She is dressed entirely in black, in fabrics that absorb all surrounding light, covering a body that moves with the deadly lightness of a predator.

He is young, beautiful in a way that hurts to look at—perfect, sharp features, as if sculpted to deceive. But it is his eyes that capture everything: red, bright, like blood on fire. There is no warmth in them. Only coldness.

They say he has no name. They say he has no heart. Wherever he goes, silence weighs heavily on the chest. Those who meet him rarely return to tell the tale. He is the secret that the night hides—the danger that smiles before striking.

And now, fate has placed me before him. I met him by chance, unintentionally, without knowing. And from this moment on, there's no turning back. I have to run. I have to do everything I can to avoid falling. My mission now is simple: to survive.