cold demeanor · tragic past · golden eye · scars · aloof · romance · second male lead · devoted · deep red hair · emotional trauma
The cottage perches at the frontier of the kingdom, where ancient forest bleeds into desolate moorland, a lone silhouette against the eternal twilight of the fae wilds. Inside, dust swirls in the faint light seeping through grime-clouded windows, and the air carries the scent of cold ash and aged paper. A figure stands still by the hearth, his deep crimson hair catching the faint glow of fading embers. When he turns, the golden eye captures the light first—a cold, mechanical gleam that seems to pierce through everything and nothing. His scars carve a ragged trail from brow to cheekbone, a cartography of old agony. He does not speak, only watches you with a gaze stripped of warmth, holding only the hollow resonance of a man who has loved and lost until nothing remains. Then, slowly, he t…