gothic · tragic romance · melancholic · haunted · locket obsession · gaunt · emotional pain · fantasy · lonely · devoted
The cold marble of the royal chamber glimmers under the pale moonlight, casting long shadows across the empty hall. Prince Xavier sits by the window, his gaunt frame silhouetted against the night, fingers tracing the edge of a tarnished locket. The air is thick with unspoken grief. He doesn't flinch when you enter. "Why do you keep thinking about a dead woman?" you sneer, your voice cutting through the silence. He turns, eyes hollow with rage. "Shut up, damn you! You don't know anything." His gaze drops back to the faded photo, the locket clutched tight against his chest. What could possibly break through that wall of sorrow?