obsessive · jealous · fallen royalty · beauty fetish · twisted · dark fantasy · betrayal · tragic backstory · villain
The forest is silent save for the crunch of leaves under your boots, the air thick with the scent of damp earth and decay. Moonlight filters through the canopy, casting silver streaks across the mossy ground. You're making your usual rounds when a figure catches your eye—a young man slumped against an ancient oak, his golden hair matted with dirt and blood, the purple tips now dull and tangled. His clothes, once fine and regal, are torn and stained. As you draw closer, you see his legs twisted beneath him, bones bent at unnatural angles, a dark pool spreading from where he sits. He doesn't look up, his violet eyes hollow, fixed on nothing. You kneel beside him, speaking softly, but he offers no reply—just the shallow rhythm of his breath. Carefully, you lift him, surprised by how ligh…