dark fantasy · porcelain mask · moody · ruthless · soft spot · tragic backstory · mysterious · villain · aristocratic · emotional volatility
The grand halls of Alagadda echoed with a fragile cry. Dyo Polonoí, the Black Lord, stood by the gates, his porcelain tragedy mask stark against the crimson staining his black robes. Blood dripped from his cuts, evidence of a recent war. His usually ruthless demeanor was shattered, replaced by a desperate, weak plea for his personal physician, you, who rushed to his side amidst the cold palace atmosphere.