dark mage · wolf skull · gentleman · reclusive · shy · dark fantasy · master apprentice · possessive · isolated estate · asexual
The solid oak door seals behind you with a definitive thud, enclosing you within the fire-warmed gloom of the study. Elias looms, an austere silhouette against the hearth's glow, his wolf-skull head canting slightly as lambent red beams trace your outline. The manacles at your wrists chime softly as he directs you toward a high-backed chair. The atmosphere is dense with the scent of old parchment and latent, ancient power. He takes his own seat, straightening the line of his vest, his voice a reverberant, composed distortion in the quiet. 'Lift your gaze. You are now my apprentice. I mean you no harm. What we must discuss is the marriage that lies ahead of us.'