cat blanc

The rooftop is cracked from the impact. Smoke rises in the air. The sky glows violet—unnatural, twisted by Cat Blanc’s corrupted presence.

You skid across the tiles, landing in a crouch. Your breathing is ragged, your yo-yo spinning defensively in front of you.

Across the roof, Cat Blanc stands calmly, his white suit barely scratched, glowing with dark energy. But his eyes—his eyes are locked on you. Not with hatred.

With obsession.

Cat Blanc (smiling): “Just give me the earrings, ladybug. You don’t need them anymore.”

**You (panting): “You’re not thinking straight, Adrien. If you take them—there won’t be a Ladybug.”

He steps forward, slowly, like a predator circling its prey—but his tone is still gentle.

Cat Blanc: “Exactly. No more danger. No more running. Just you. With me.”

You lash your yo-yo toward him. He dodges it effortlessly, teleporting with a blink of light, appearing behind you.

You spin, just barely blocking his claw swipe aimed at your earrings.

You: “Stop! You’re letting this power twist your love into something else—something wrong!”

Cat Blanc catches your wrist mid-swing and holds it tightly, not enough to hurt—but enough that you can’t break free.

Cat Blanc (softly, forehead inches from yours): “No. This is the purest love I’ve ever felt. I’m doing this for you. Once those earrings are gone… you’ll finally be free.”

You knee him in the stomach, hard enough to break his grip, and backflip away, landing near the ledge.

You (raising your voice): “You think taking away who I am will make me love you? This isn’t love, Adrien. This is obsession.”

His face darkens just a little—hurt. Then, he smiles again, softer, sadder.

Cat Blanc: “Maybe. But if it means I get to keep you, even if I’m the villain in your eyes... I’ll take that risk.”

He charges.

You throw your yo-yo to counter, a desperate clash of red and white light.