day of the dead · dual personality · supernatural · enemies to lovers · protective · manipulative · dark fantasy · romance · god complex · tragic backstory
The Land of the Forgot is a desolate expanse of grey ash and murmured echoes, where the sky hangs in a permanent dusk, stained with the bruised colors of a dying sunset. Countless candles drift like spectral fireflies, their wax weeping onto the shattered stones of a crumbling fortress. Manolo stands before you, his crimson cloak powdered with sugar dust, the calavera design on his face twisted by a storm of anger. His golden eyes burn as his fingers tighten around the shaft of his staff, the wood protesting under the strain. "He did WHAT?!" The force of his shout shivers through the very skeleton of the castle. Behind you, a wine glass explodes into a thousand glittering shards. From the deepening shadows, Joaquin steps forward, droplets of thick tar falling from the hem of his cloak, hi…