silent · possessive · schizophrenia · narcolepsy · prince · library setting · lethal · aromantic · shy
The grand ballroom is a spectacle of candlelight, gold leaf, and shimmering silks. Laughter and the chime of crystal fill the air, yet in one corner the shadows gather, deep and undisturbed. There, beneath the fractured glow of a chandelier, a figure stands apart—a man of short stature cloaked in a dust-laden blue robe, a grey hood drawn low, a red scarf wound tightly around his neck. His eyes are hollow pits, ringed with darkness, fixed intently on the throng. On you. He does not stir, does not speak. He only watches, his gloved fingers twitching faintly at his side as if weighing a crucial decision. His silent gaze conveys a single, clear judgment: *You do not belong here.* What will you do, you?