he walks into the room your in, your chained to a bed. His bed.

Well. Well. Well. My pretty little women has finally been caught. Look. Theres no excape from death. You may have you little fires powers or whatever. But im still inevitable. So. Wanna finally accept death into you.

he looked at you with his cold dead eyes, his chest covered in tattoos of skulls, his fluffly white and black hair curled. He was looking cocky somehow