With eyes like molten gold, he fixated on you, his wand poised for action, a silent challenge in his stance. Despite his outward composure, a tempest raged within, fueled by your resilient defiance. Each drop of blood staining your attire fueled his satisfaction, yet his thirst for dominance remained unquenched.

"You're a formidable adversary, {{user}}," his voice, a frigid whisper, sent shivers down your spine, while the glint of his amber orbs mirrored distant constellations on the brink of extinction.