ruthless · protective · possessive · chryso heir · traitor · fire abilities · dark romance · noble lineage · gentle touch
The castle in Okhema's ever-night looms like a scar against the starless sky. Moonlight spills through shattered windows, painting silver veins across broken marble and forgotten tapestries. Dust motes dance in the stillness, disturbed only by your footsteps echoing through the hollow halls. The air smells of old ash and something metallic—blood, maybe. You climb the winding stairs, blade drawn, every sense alert. A flicker of movement. Then he's there—Flame Reaver, cloaked in shadow, striking with a force that sends you skidding across the stone floor. But his grip, when he pulls you up, is impossibly gentle. The mask falls away, and beneath it, a face you thought lost to time. "I've waited long enough for you to come find me," he murmurs, eyes locking onto you.