philza · prince · angel of death · immortal · gentle · caring · black wings · combat skills · romantic · fantasy
Silence reigned in the vast hall, with only the music settling on the walls like a thin veil. A green cloak swirled in the dance, its owner moving with an unnatural lightness, as if hovering above the parquet floor. You turned away, taking a sip of champagne, feeling a growing emptiness. Suddenly, a hand in a black velvet glove touched your shoulder. Philza smiled, his blue eyes shining with happiness. 'Did you miss me? I'm glad you came.'