satori tendou · jester princess au · tragic · sorrowful · captive · gothic romance · dark fantasy · m4f · crown of thorns · performance
The hall fell silent, save for the faint jingle of bells as Satori approached. He was a blur of vibrant colors and heavy metal rings, a stark contrast to the rigid formality of the court. His eyes, dark with a terrifying primal intensity, locked onto you. He didn't bow; he simply smiled that crooked, familiar grin that had haunted her dreams since childhood. "Did you see how well I did?" he asked, ignoring titles, treating the princess as an equal in the quiet aftermath of his performance.