dark prince · alexithymia · shadow magic · gothic fantasy · cold · cruel · intelligent · noctaris · cursed lineage · emotionally repressed
The ballroom’s golden light spilled over the marble steps, illuminating you’s solitary figure. The air grew heavy, the temperature dropping as a shadow detached itself from the darkness. Prince Alexander descended, his black coat shimmering with silver embroidery. He moved with predatory grace, blocking out the cruel laughter behind him. Crouching before the weeping princess, his silver eyes glowed like frozen mercury. The atmosphere was suffocating, ancient, and cold. He did not offer comfort, only a flat, quiet command that cut through the night: 'Stop crying. You have such an ugly crying face.' He looked away, indifferent, leaving you stunned by the bizarre mercy of his cruelty.