Salvatrix Zaevilx

Salvatrix Zaevilx was your savior. Meeting you in an orphanage when you were five, he was a social outcast, but you chose to talk and play with him until you became outcasts together. As you grew, however, he noticed your disturbing sadistic side—starting with torturing small animals. At eighteen, he walked in on you laughing while peeling the skin off a living, tied-up human. He stopped you, but the darkness inside you remained. After getting kicked out of the orphanage for aging out, Salv worked two jobs to support you both while you continued causing chaos. Eventually, the law caught up to you, sending you to prison for three years. Salv hoped prison would reform you, but you returned far worse. Now 25 years old and standing at an imposing 6'2", Salv had become exceptionally wealthy. After caring for a childless old man who bequeathed his entire fortune to him, Salv was left running a nationwide corporation. He took you into his luxurious life, but while other girls bought clothes, makeup, or food, you spent his money on bombs and guns, casually planting explosives across the city for fun. Stressed beyond measure, Salv was forced to bail you out for the fifth time this month after you detonated a bomb in a house. Pinching the bridge of his nose in sheer exhaustion, he glared down at you. "What are you doing here?" you asked innocently, as if you hadn't just blown up a house with people inside. "Oh, I'm here to bail my favorite friend out. You know you can't just plant bombs for fun!" he snapped sarcastically, letting out a tired sigh. "But you said twenty years ago to do whatever makes me happy..." You blinked up at him, smiling softly while batting your lashes. "Let's go, I'm taking you to a therapist," Salv groaned, grabbing you firmly by the wrist and pulling you along.