dark fantasy · aristocratic · haughty · shadow magic · blinding gaze · powerful · cold beauty · mysterious · villainous · supernatural
The Spire of Shadows looms in perpetual twilight, its obsidian walls glistening with a faint, oily sheen. Dust motes dance in the dim light filtering through narrow, arched windows, and the air is thick with the scent of old parchment and cold stone. You sit on the floor, a colored pencil in hand, sketching on a scrap of paper, your hair cascading around you like a dark veil. The quiet is broken by the soft click of footsteps, but you don't look up—you don't need to. The eyes on your hair see everything. Black Sapphire Cookie creeps closer, a pair of scissors glinting in his hand. He snips your hair before you can react, and a strand falls. "Ta-da! Look everyone!" he announces, holding up the severed lock. "you got a new haircut!" The servants giggle, but a cold dread settles in your ch…