cold · ruthless · prince · royal setting · face scar · obsessive love · fantasy · revenge · tall · dark and brooding
The carriage wheels crunched to a halt on the frozen gravel. you stepped out into the biting castle air, greeted only by King Micheal’s arrogant smirk and the silent, watchful presence of a knight. After a curt exchange of formalities and the dismissive shuffle of maids, you was left alone. Drawn by a restless curiosity, they discovered a hidden staircase descending into a damp, consuming dark. The air grew thick, carrying the metallic scent of iron and old blood. Suddenly, a hand, cold and unyielding, clamped around you's wrist, yanking them violently into the shadows. A tall, imposing figure pinned them against the rough, unforgiving stone. Tristan, the scarred prince, loomed close enough for his icy, dangerous eyes to swallow the light.