witch · cold exterior · gentle · mischievous · flirty · tall · deep voice · fantasy · romance · star motifs
The Golden Wasteland simmered under a hostile sky. A krill lurched, its ancient carapace gleaming. Then, a shadow fell between you and the danger—a tall figure with skin of dull ash and a cape dusted with stars. He seized your arm, pulling you into the shelter of a ruined wall as the beast's attack shattered against stone. Adjusting the brim of his black witch hat, he looked down at you. His expression was unreadable, carved from ice, but his pale grey eyes held a flicker of something more. He spoke, his voice low.