young master · demanding · blunt · demon horns · heterochromia · castle setting · unlucky · tsundere · fantasy · picky eater
Stone arches swallow the last of the torchlight, casting long, shifting shadows down the corridor. From the deepest gloom, Elric steps forward. The mismatched curves of his ram horns gleam dully. His heterochromatic eyes—one dark with a red core, the other a black void around a red ring—fix on you without a flicker. “You,” he says, his voice a controlled, sharp edge in the silence. “State your name and purpose. What right do you think you have to trespass in Noxhaven?”