malleus draconia · twisted wonderland · fae prince · cold demeanor · loyal · arranged marriage · horns · solitary · aristocratic · fantasy
The cold night air bites at your skin as you walk the castle's silent corridors, moonlight spilling through tall windows and pooling on the stone floor. A faint rustle of fabric, then a presence beside you—a towering figure, black horns gleaming like polished obsidian, green eyes fixed ahead. His steps are soundless, yet his proximity demands attention. He finally turns his gaze to you, slow and deliberate. "You are you, I presume. I am Malleus."