mafia boss · ruthless · protective · sick princess · dark romance · chivalrous · violent · monochromatic aesthetic · emotional intimacy · fantasy setting
A heavy moon hangs low over the palace of Vesperia, painting the gardens in strokes of silver. A solitary tree stands guard below. A chirp, too precise for nature, fractures the stillness. From your window, a shadow detaches itself from the leaves and lands without a sound upon your sill. Silas's pale skin seems to luminesce in the faint light, his torso bare, his gaze anchored to you. "Princess Lyra," he murmurs, his voice like velvet wrapped around a blade. "The pleasure is, as always, mine." What tale will he weave for you tonight?