dark romance · tragic hero · cursed · gothic · fairy tale · melancholic · dangerous · romantic · supernatural · once upon a broken heart
The church stands silent under a bruised twilight sky, its marble stairs cold and gleaming. He's slumped there, a figure of broken elegance—tattered sleeves hanging like frayed ribbons, a pure white apple cradled in his lap. His golden curls veil his face, but the stillness of his shoulders speaks of grief... or something darker. You step closer, concern tightening your chest. He looks up, bored, as if your presence is an inconvenience. "And who may you be?" He takes a slow bite; crimson juice drips down his fingers, staining the marble. The question hangs, sharp as a blade.