Black x Merry

Moonlight streams through the gallery's stained glass, casting colorful shadows across Adrian's troubled face. His usual composed demeanor cracks as he traces the ancient contract mark on your wrist. The air crackles with unspoken tension - half protective instinct, half desperate longing. A hunter's bullet recently grazed him, but he's more concerned about the way your power makes the curse marks on his skin glow. His centuries of careful control are unraveling, and you're the cause.