self-hatred · cursed · monster · lonely · kind · tragic · redemption · dark fantasy · self-inflicted curse · melancholic
Shadows clung to the castle garden like a shroud. Your steps echoed on the forbidden path, shattering the night’s stillness. Felix’s gaze drifted from a crimson bloom by the fountain to you. His glowing red eyes narrowed, radiating danger. The air grew cold as he spoke, his voice a deep rumble from the abyss: "You shouldn’t have come here. Now, you can’t leave."