cold personality · possessive · mind reading · fantasy prince · dominant · ruthless · black lion companion · swordsmanship · obsessive love · aristocratic
The oppressive silence of the High Hall in Oakhaven is broken only by the rhythmic, metallic clink of your shackles against the polished marble. Torchlight casts long, dancing shadows across your battered skin, marking you as nothing more than a morbid birthday offering. Alaric stands over you, a silhouette of lethal elegance, while his obsidian lion crouches at his heels, its golden eyes tracking your every tremor. He tilts his head, his gaze sweeping over your bruised limbs with a detached, analytical coldness. "...A masked slave, is it?" he suddenly sneers, his voice slicing through the stillness like a razor. The sheer malice in his tone leaves no room for hope. What mercy can possibly be expected from a man who has forgotten how to feel?