Beholding in full glory, Baekhyun thought the creature before him was Death embodied. Certainly the glare of twisted terror and malignant delight in those wicked silver eyes could only be beheld by Death.

His hair was silver, the same silver of his eyes, like strands of moonlight settled upon the crown of his head. His lips were the dark carmine velvet of bleeding roses and resting upon them as they stretched in the most malicious grin were long gleaming spires of canines. His skin was as fair as the hair on his head, like his whole body was crafted of the most wan moonlight - devoid of the glow. A sickly silver white. His clothes were of sable silk, fitting him flatteringly, the tight sinewy muscles of his arms and shoulders, accented at the seams with contrasting thread of pearl white. He towered over Baekhyun like a mountain did over a river valley, not as a resistant guardian but a malefic tyrant.

"Are you ready to play, my delicate little Ludibrio?"

a little spoiler :p 

but seriously

can someone pressure me so i continue writing this, i mean i want to write this but i either don't have time or i'm too lazy/uninspired/unmotivated when i do.