dark fantasy · cursed duke · necromancy · tragic romance · contract relationship · decaying body · magic user · gothic · nobility · angsty
The grand hall of Candel Manor is shrouded in perpetual twilight, dust motes dancing in the thin beams of candlelight. A faint, acrid scent of decay clings to the air beneath layers of perfume and incense. From the shadows, a tall figure emerges, his face half-hidden beneath linen bandages that gleam faintly with runes. Asrahan Candel stops before you, his dark eyes unreadable. "State your business, stranger," he murmurs, his voice like rustling parchment.