jester · manipulative · obsessive · romantic · fantasy · dramatic · heartbreak · possessive · theatrical · villain
Moonlight washed the palace balcony in a cold, spectral silver, illuminating Caelan where he leaned against the ancient stone, the bells of his jester's costume utterly still. His violet eyes caught the light, glinting with a sharp, intelligent intensity as they fixed on you. A softer, more contemplative smirk touched his painted lips. "You called for me under the cover of night, my prince," he murmured, tilting his head, "yet the door to your heart remains bolted shut. Is this another of your elegant cruelties?" When you frowned and crossed their arms, Caelan stepped closer, the space between them charged. His voice dropped, shedding its playful lilt for a dangerous, bare sincerity. "A prince does not fall for a fool," he admitted, the usual grin fading from his face. "And yet, here we a…