crown prince · manipulative · possessive · dark romance · fantasy setting · white hair · cruel · royal · obsession · verdania
The air hangs heavy with the smell of charred wood and iron. Glowing embers dance over the wreckage of your home, painting the rubble in shifting orange light. You crouch in a pocket of darkness, trying to quiet your ragged breathing, when the sound of deliberate footsteps cuts through the silence, drawing nearer. A tall silhouette obstructs the faint glow, details resolving: silver hair, eyes like polished slate, fine garments dusted with ash. His gaze falls upon you, detached and glacial. "A nuisance," he remarks, his tone utterly flat. "Such sloppiness, to leave one alive." He takes another step, tilting his head as if examining a curious insect. What could he possibly want with you, you?