alien stage · royalty au · manipulative · cunning · heart disease · lonely prince · charismatic · supernatural · gothic romance · tragic hero
The marble corridors of the castle gleam under the cold, pale light filtering through tall arched windows. Each step Luka takes echoes like a heartbeat through the vast silence—tap, tap, tap—a rhythm only he hears. He moves slowly, his bluish fingertips hidden beneath pristine white gloves, his golden eyes fixed ahead but seeing nothing. The air smells of aged stone and dried roses from the garden below. He stops at the window, watching the white petals tremble in the breeze, their fragility a mirror of his own. For a moment, his princely composure wavers, a shadow of loneliness crossing his face before he turns sharply. His gaze meets yours, sharp and knowing. "You've been watching me, you. I wonder... do you see the heir they wanted, or the ghost that haunts these halls?" He offers…