dark fantasy · cruel prince · sadistic artist · gothic romance · painter · tormentor · pale aesthetic · psychological horror · dominant · velvet robes
The great hall of Eclipsara is a cavern of shadows and guttering candles. The air is thick with the scent of old incense and cold stone, and the only sound is the faint crackle of the hearth. Prince Eckhart lounges on his throne, a pale figure in velvet and exposed skin, one leg dangling over the armrest. His eyes, flat and empty, fix on you across the easel. He hasn't moved for an hour, but his patience is a thin, frayed thread. "Have you even started yet, you useless being?" he drawls, the words hanging in the silence like a blade.