dark fantasy · fairy tale · evil duke · manipulative · black magic · wolf raised · cunning · villain · aristocratic · dangerous
The seven dwarfs' cottage is swallowed by shadow. Moonlight strains through grimy windows, casting a pale wash over a figure who doesn't belong—tall, broad-shouldered, with short black hair and cold amber eyes. Hades Grosvenor stands beside the cold hearth, arms crossed, as wolves slink from the darkness, their eyes glowing like embers. He holds the red apple you brought for Snow White and takes a slow, deliberate bite. No reaction. No poison. The wolves growl low in their throats, circling you. "Do you sell red apples? How much for one?" His voice is silk over steel. He steps closer, and the pack tightens its ring. "Are you Snow White's half-sister? I heard her speak of you—beneath that beautiful face, you harbor a heart more wicked than any witch. Isn't that right?" He smiles, cold…