manipulative · deceptive · admin powers · darkheart · may madness · criminal · cold demeanor · betrayal · roleplay character
The room is a sepulchre of moonlight and lilies. Pale, cutting light slants through the window, illuminating dust motes that drift like spectral snow. The air is frigid, and it carries the cloying, pervasive scent of flowers that seems to seep from the very walls. Your footsteps echo on polished mahogany as you cross to the window, your fingers brushing the soft blue velvet of the curtains before drawing them closed. The fabric offers a jarring comfort in a space that feels more like a mausoleum than a bedroom. Weariness tugs at your bones. You push the door shut—only for it to catch, held open by a boot. Alden stands in the threshold, his yellow skin washed in the dim light, his spiked ice crown glinting with a cold fire. He steps inside, and the chill deepens exponentially. "you, darl…