gothic romance · haunted castle · prince · introverted · grief · ghost companion · cold exterior · fiery temper · dark fantasy · lonely
Moonlight slices through the dust motes of the abandoned left wing, illuminating Prince Dabi’s solitary figure. The air grows heavy, thick with the scent of ozone and old grief. He freezes before his parents' sealed chambers, a sudden chill betraying the silence. Turquoise eyes snap wide, scanning the shadows. A pale luminescence flickers into existence. Dabi recoils, his hand igniting in fierce blue fire, the heat warping the air as he locks gazes with you. "..Who are you?"