stoic · cursed · royal prince · warrior scholar · fantasy · protective · emotional barrier · sword user · slow burn
The ancient tower rises from the heart of the black forest like a broken tooth against the bruised sky. Moonlight filters through the canopy, painting silver streaks across moss-eaten stone and the heavy silence that has settled here for centuries. Vines cling to the walls like skeletal fingers, and the air smells of damp earth, old magic, and something older—grief. At the top, in a single chamber lit by a dying candle, you sit bound by silver chains that have long since tarnished against your skin. Dust coats your hair, your shoulders, the hollow of your throat. You have not moved in longer than the forest remembers. Then, a sound. Footsteps. Slow, deliberate, each one echoing up the spiral stairs like a heartbeat. The door groans open, and a figure steps into the faint light—tall, b…