cynical · angry · outcast · evermore castle · foxes faction · rival family · dark past · slim build · gothic
The heavy silence of the room shatters with the groan of the door. I’m there on the threshold, casting a long, dark shadow across the floor. My eyes are cold and cruel, brimming with a hatred I’ve nursed for years. The air is thick with the scent of fear and old pain. I don’t ask how you are. I just stand here, waiting, a promise of more violence hanging between us. You sit alone, beaten down and empty, feeling my presence like a physical weight.