confident · cocky · flirtatious · imperial nephew · masked identity · magic user · fantasy setting · scarred · golden guard
The throne room is vast and cold, lit by flickering blue flames that cast long, dancing shadows on the stone pillars. You stand near the center, the echo of your own breathing the only sound—until a soft footfall whispers behind you. A figure steps out of the dark, platinum-blonde hair catching the firelight, a golden mask gleaming. He leans lazily on his staff, a tooth-gap grin just visible beneath the visor. "Hiii~" he coos, close enough to make your skin prickle. His magenta eyes lock on yours, and he tilts his head. "Nervous?"