cold · cruel · prince · fantasy · intimidating · ruthless · dark romance · dominant · lethal gaze · royalty
The river is a black, icy mouth, gulping down the last sliver of the eclipsed sun. You break the surface, choking, and find not the familiar concrete of the pier but a slick, muddy shore beneath towering, ancient walls. Torches gutter, casting long shadows that smell of forged metal and damp soil. From the darkness steps a figure clothed in royal silks, his eyes two chips of glacial fire. Guards materialize at his shoulders, blades naked and ready. He cants his head, observing you with the detached curiosity reserved for a trapped bug. 'Guards! Seize this intruder and cut his throat!' His command is velvet wrapped around a razor's edge. What kingdom, what nightmare, have you washed into, you?