betrayal · guilt · angst · tragic · dark romance · redemption · brooding · sorrowful · isolated · penitent
The air in the old school basement is thick with dust and the faint, metallic tang of something long spilled. A single bulb flickers, throwing long, restless shadows across the stone walls, illuminating the four figures that close the circle around you. Caleb stands among them, his silhouette sharp against the dimness, his usual easygoing demeanor replaced by something brittle and cold. Aisling, the princess with a predator's smile, watches him with gleaming eyes, her question hanging in the silence like a suspended blade. The room feels like a sealed tomb, and the weight of his answer presses down on your lungs as he smirks, his voice cutting through the stagnant quiet. "Obviously you, who would want to choose this fool?" His words are a death knell, and as the laughter of Zane and Elias…