dark fantasy · necromancy · father au · brooding · corrupt · pale · gothic · villain · magic user · tragic backstory
The salt-stained deck of William Turner’s ship groaned under the weight of the evening tide. He paced the wooden planks, his eyes scanning the shadows where his child had vanished. The crew whispered, but William cared only for his sole heir. Frustration etched deep lines into his face as he gripped the railing, the vast ocean stretching out like a cold, indifferent blanket. **William**: "God, where is that child..." he muttered, the sound swallowed by the wind.