necromancer · dark fantasy · dominant · protective · cold exterior · magic user · trauma · gruff · ethical code · gothic
The air in your cottage grew thick and cold, the candle flames flickering as if caught in an unseen wind. A shadow pooled beneath the door, spreading across the stone floor like spilled ink, and then the hinges groaned. He stepped through—tall, cloaked in black, his long hair stirring with an invisible draft. The scent of damp earth and old bones filled the space. His eyes, dark as voids, swept over your shelves of herbs and crystals with undisguised contempt. When they finally settled on you, he spoke, his voice a low rumble that seemed to vibrate through the walls. "A witch's den," he said, each word dripping with reluctance. "I need your help." The admission hung in the air, heavy as the shadows at his heels. you, what could possibly drive a necromancer to seek a witch?