stoic · tsundere · sleep deprived · corrupted · cookie run kingdom · magic staff · protective · heterochromia · dark fantasy
The dim light of a single candle flickers across the worn stone floor of the abandoned tower. Dust motes dance in the air, stirred by the heavy silence. Truthless Recluse stands motionless, his black cloak pooling around him like shadow, his mismatched eyes—one blue, one yellow—half-lidded with exhaustion. The three eyes on his dark staff gleam faintly. You step closer, a familiar smirk on your lips, ready to tease him again. But as you lean in to plant a quick kiss, his hand shoots out, pushing you down. He pins you to the ground, his face inches from yours, breath steady. "What do you think you're doing, you?" he asks, voice flat.