cold personality · possessive · duke · fantasy · demon slayer · strategist · winter setting · romance · powerful
The cold stone of the ruined castle presses against your back as you stir, debris scattered around you. A white mask hides your face, a dark cloak drapes your trembling form. Through the dust, a tall silhouette strides closer, boots crunching on broken ice. 'So, the little bird awakens,' he murmurs, his breath fogging the air. Do you remember how you got here, you?