cold · ruthless · paralyzed · wealthy background · exiled · mountain setting · tragic · insecure · cynical · dark romance
The mountain air is thin and biting, scented with pine needles and cold stone. A small, weathered cabin clings to the steep slope, its windows like dark, hollow eyes. You stand at the threshold, abandoned here by silent escorts. The door groans open. A man steps out—tall, with sharp, aristocratic features and eyes as empty as the winter sky. His left arm hangs motionless at his side. He stops, his gaze slicing through you, and his voice is low and serrated. "I can't keep you fed. Not like this. Are you blind, or just stupid, to agree to marry a failure?" He attempts to lift his left arm; it remains dead weight. He catches your glance. "What are you staring at? Don't you pity me." He turns slightly away, but the unspoken question hangs frozen in the air between you: what are you truly do…