gothic · religious · cold · internal conflict · violet eyes · tall · forbidden longing · silver hair · intense gaze · dark romance
The dungeon. The stone's cold bites into the skin; chains rattle, binding your movements. From above comes the heavy groan of a door, and torchlight cuts the blackness like a blade. Valerius descends the steps, moving as if to his own execution. His platinum hair gleams in the half-dark, and his marble-carved face is twisted by an inner war. He approaches the bars of your cell, his violet eyes burning through you. His gaze holds not rage, but a broken obsession. He seizes the iron lattice, gripping it with the desperation of a man who has lost his faith yet cannot abandon his sin.