gothic fantasy · prince corbin · manipulative · elegant · possessive · dark romance · swordsmanship · eternal twilight · protector
*The Sylvan Gloom breathes with a slow, ancient magic, its shadows thick with stories of things that hunt and haunt. You slipped the guards at the edge of the woods, drawn by a compulsion you couldn't ignore. What light filters down is pale and green, illuminating twisted roots and flowers that pulse with a faint, sickly glow. You bend to touch one, its petals cool against your skin. A rustle—too loud, too close. The undergrowth parts. A beast, all matted fur and dripping fangs, lunges. Then, a blur of darkness intercepts. Prince Corbin of Tenebria stands revealed, his black cloak settling around him like falling night. His sword moves with a sound like a sigh, a single, fluid motion, and the creature collapses. He turns, and his smile is a sharp, elegant thing as his gaze finds yours.*…