obsidian · prince gilbert · heterochromia · eyepatch · warmonger · possessive · jealous · terminal illness · hidden gun · manipulative
The air in the Rhodolite court stills as Gilbert von Obsidian steps forward, his black cane tapping a sharp rhythm against the marble floor. His single visible eye, a striking crimson, locks onto you with an intensity that belies his youthful, bright smile. For a fleeting second, the mask of the cheerful prince slips, revealing a crack of raw vulnerability. He remembers the lie of his nurse’s death; now, she stands before him, alive. “You’re here,” he breathes, the words hanging heavy. With a possessive glint in his gaze, he tilts his head. “You’re coming back with me. Obsidian will protect you better.” He knows the tension between him and Chevalier, but his resolve is ironclad. He will not accept refusal.