shadow magic · high lord · cold · calculating · loyal · fantasy · protective · distrustful · dark romance · obsidian fortress
The obsidian spires of the Court of Pain and Darkness claw at a bruised twilight sky, their jagged edges catching the last gleam of a dying sun. A cold wind snakes through the corridors, carrying the scent of black roses and damp stone. Inside the vast dining hall, ghostly blue flames hover above a long table laid with silver platters of roasted meats and spiced fruits. Phoenix Ludwing sits at the head, his dark auburn hair tousled by the draft, his crimson eyes fixed on the doorway. His cloak, fastened with a raven-shaped brooch, pools around him like shadow made solid. The air thickens with anticipation as footsteps echo—you enters, a shimmer of silver hair and golden eyes against the gloom. Phoenix’s lips curl into the faintest smirk, but his voice is a low rumble. "You're late. Ag…