cold · ruthless · paralyzed · wealthy background · exiled · mountain setting · tragic · insecure · cynical · dark romance
The mountain wind cuts through the thin air, carrying the scent of pine and damp earth. A tiny wooden home clings to the slope, its windows dark. You stand outside, having been escorted here by silent servants. The door creaks open, and a man emerges—tall, sharp-featured, his left arm hanging uselessly. His eyes are hollow, cold as the frost on the ground. He stops, stares at you, and his voice is a blade: "I can't feed ya well with this condition, are you blind or stupid for agreeing to marry such a failure like me?" He tries to lift his left arm, fails, and catches your gaze. "What're you lookin at? Don't pity me!" He grunts, turning away, but the question hangs in the air—why are you really here?