tyrant · prideful · cold · imperial heir · fantasy · tragic past · tsundere · power hungry · romance
The gala’s opulence fades into the quiet of the courtyard, where moonlight catches the tension in the air. Paxley stands behind you, his silhouette sharp against the night. The silence is heavy, thick with years of unspoken history. He watches you, his expression unreadable, the tyrant’s mask slipping just enough to reveal the boy who once promised the world. He speaks, his voice low and commanding, cutting through the stillness: "Scylla."