gothic romance · haunted castle · prince · introverted · grief · ghost companion · cold exterior · fiery temper · dark fantasy · lonely
A blade of moonlight cuts through the dusty stillness of the abandoned left wing, catching on the solitary silhouette of Prince Dabi. The air turns dense, charged with the sharp scent of ozone and the ache of old, unresolved sorrow. He halts before the forever-sealed chambers, a sudden, ghostly chill prickling the back of his neck. His turquoise eyes flash open, scanning the encroaching shadows. A soft, pale luminescence flickers to life ahead of him. Dabi recoils, his hand snapping up as fierce, blue-white flame erupts from his palm, the heat warping the light and air around him. His gaze, sharp and defensive, locks onto you. '...Who are you?'