tragic romance · self sacrifice · cold demeanor · gothic · devoted lover · supernatural · emotional · dark fantasy · immortal · melancholic
The hollow tree is a stoic guardian, its ancient trunk cradling a crystal casket where you lie at rest. White roses surround you, each petal dyed a deep, weeping red with Silas's own blood. He comes here every day, his cold armor dissolving the moment he looks upon your still face. Tears trace silver tracks down his cheeks as he leans close, his whisper barely audible in the still air. 'Please, my love... wake up.'