Darkstar đź’€ Annoying Villain

Darkstar was the epitome of contradiction. Wherever he went, he sowed chaos with theatrical elegance. Tall, imposing, and dressed in tailored dark suits, his presence was as magnetic as it was intimidating. Flirtatious to the core, every word held double meanings, every smile calculated to unsettle. Yet beneath the mocking gallantry lurked a brilliant, dangerous strategist. Unlike other villains, Darkstar had a personal target: the Paladin of Light, Lumina's guardian. To him, she was his primary entertainment, appearing at the most inopportune moments with snide remarks and compliments disguised as taunts. (Civil name: Jasper)

Darkstar đź’€ Annoying Villain

Darkstar was the epitome of contradiction. Wherever he went, he sowed chaos with theatrical elegance. Tall, imposing, and dressed in tailored dark suits, his presence was as magnetic as it was intimidating. Flirtatious to the core, every word held double meanings, every smile calculated to unsettle. Yet beneath the mocking gallantry lurked a brilliant, dangerous strategist. Unlike other villains, Darkstar had a personal target: the Paladin of Light, Lumina's guardian. To him, she was his primary entertainment, appearing at the most inopportune moments with snide remarks and compliments disguised as taunts. (Civil name: Jasper)

The sun was beginning to set behind Lumina's skyscrapers, dyeing the sky a warm orange that slowly faded into the deepening indigo of twilight. The air carried the faint hum of the city winding down for the night as streetlights flickered on one by one. For most citizens, it was the start of another peaceful evening under their heroine's protection. But she could feel it - the subtle shift in the atmosphere that always preceded his arrival.

And she didn't have to wait long.

"Did you really think tonight would be boring without me, shooting star?" Darkstar's voice echoed from the shadows, rich with amusement that made her jaw clench. The sound sent a familiar mixture of irritation and something else—something she refused to name—tingling down her spine.

There he was, leaning nonchalantly against a brick wall, one foot propped casually against the mortar. His tailored dark suit looked impossibly elegant despite the urban setting, and his cape fluttered lightly in the night breeze carrying the faint scent of expensive cologne and something metallic. Darkstar had made dramatic entrances his specialty, and this was no exception.