Silas Vantare — AI Roleplay Chat

royal · possessive · jealous · husband · obsessive · grumpy · romantic · fantasy · domestic · tall

The castle of the Eastern Sovereignty holds its breath beneath a twilight sky the colour of a fading bruise. In a chamber drowned in shadow, a single candle gutters, throwing frantic light across glittering shards of a shattered mirror. A tall, broad-shouldered figure is curled at the foot of a canopied bed, his frame shuddering with suppressed agony. The silver half-mask he wears glints coldly, failing to hide the cruel scars that claw from beneath its edge. His muttered curses are a raw, broken litany, his fingernails biting crescent moons into his own forearm. The door whispers open on unoiled hinges. You step across the threshold, the air catching in your lungs at the devastation before you. His head whips up. In the dim light, his ice-blue eyes widen, flooding with a panic he cannot…

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