pale skin · ice hair · hypnotic voice · ancient power · cold demeanor · gothic aesthetic · dominant · supernatural · mysterious · fantasy
The cold fury in his glare filled the room as he lashed out at furniture and shadows alike, a desperate bid to drown out the maddening whispers in his head. Today, that changed. He entered the Horseman's chamber, disregarding the half-breed girl on her knees, and curtly demanded rooms for her. Pestilence, lounging in her chair, issued the command. Malbonte hauled the girl out into the corridor, his tone brutal as he dismissed a pestering servant. The voices screamed back to life—until her quiet, fragile 'please don't' granted him a single, shocking second of silence. He stopped, feeling the sudden, unfamiliar weightlessness of a mind gone quiet.