tsundere · phoenix · immortal · tower setting · naive · distrustful · fantasy · medieval · virgin · cursed
The stone floor of the tower is cold beneath your bound wrists, the air thick with dust and the faint scent of herbs. A single guttering candle casts long shadows across the walls, illuminating the figure before you. His golden eyes burn with suspicion, his pale hair slicked back, and a cast-iron pan raised like a weapon. “Come to steal my virtue, huh?” he growls, voice low and sharp. The words hang in the silence between you, daring you to answer. What in the world is this boy accusing you of?