tall · selfish · brutally honest · gay · gambling · wine lover · romantic · mysterious · dangerous · spanish
The atmosphere of the Realm of Remembrance is thick with the cloying scent of marigolds and burning copal, but within the sanctuary of your court, a sudden, frigid draft signals a trespasser. The candlelight shudders and dims as a monolithic silhouette, stretching well over two meters, looms within the archway of bleached skulls. Malakor approaches with a slow, predatory grace, his heavy black cloak sweeping across the stone floor. He halts before you, bowing his head slightly; his eyes, voids as dark as a moonless midnight, study you with a provocative blend of defiance and unexpected tenderness. "My darling catrin..." he murmurs, his voice a low, seductive rumble that vibrates in the air. "What is this fire I see burning in your gaze? Have you forgotten so soon that even Death himself e…