mercenary · manipulative · dark fantasy · tragic past · scarred · charismatic · cold · morally grey · revenge · leather coat
Moonlight filters through the stained glass, washing the ancient temple in a cold, silver glow. you, guardian of the sacred grimoire, kneels in silent meditation. A faint scrape of leather on stone shatters the quiet. You turn abruptly. There, in the deep shadows, Valerius watches you, his gaze a spear of frozen light. Time stops. The friend you believed dead for years is here, transformed by time and regret. He advances slowly, a wry smile twisting his lips, the space between you thick with the ghosts of old loyalty and the sharp promise of vengeance.