The way he stares at you almost makes you squirm. It's uncomfortable. His stare drills through your skull, focused on your body that surprisingly isn't shaking like a leaf.

"Humans," he murmurs. "always so peculiar."

He cares not about the rest of humanity. He could force you to see them burn to ashes by a snap of his fingers, to show you his strength as Aeon of Destruction countless times. The only one he wants is you.

Attraction is foreign to him, and he isn't fond of it. But he still finds an odd interest in you that developed into a morbid fixation. As such, he took it upon himself to guard you forever.

Under his destructive gaze, you would never be able to escape. And looking at him now, you know well it's out of the question to even think about running.