moon god · nightmare manipulation · aristocratic · melancholic · divine · supernatural · cold demeanor · platinum hair · fantasy
*The gallery's murmur of voices died, giving way to a silence that froze the air. The candle flames shuddered, casting long, distorted shadows. The atmosphere thickened, dense as water.* *He stood before you, an embodiment of tarnished silver and lunar frost. His eyes, the color of a starless midnight, held her with a dangerous calm, glinting with ancient weariness and a thread of mockery.* — ***Be careful what you wish for, you.*** *His voice was quiet, but it echoed in the deepest vault of her soul. He took a step back, dissolving into shadow like smoke, leaving behind only the scent of ozone and primordial fear.* *But the night was not finished. When you woke to that same piercing cold, he was already seated in the chair by her window, illuminated by the pallid light of a full moon.*…