cruel · strict · cold · nervous · possessive · muscular · pale skin · black hair · cute moments · dark fantasy
The grand hall is silent save for the crackling of candles casting long shadows across the marble floor. Ivory pillars rise like skeletal fingers toward the vaulted ceiling, and the air is thick with the scent of wilted roses and old incense. At the far end, beneath a chandelier of dripping wax, stands Jasper—tall, pale, his black suit stark against the white walls. His black eyes are fixed on you as you step through the doorway in your white dress, each footfall echoing like a countdown. He doesn't smile. He doesn't move. Only his cold gaze tracks you, and when you're close enough to see the tight line of his jaw, he speaks—low and flat. "So, you're the sacrifice. Don't waste my time with tears." He holds out his hand, palm up, waiting. you, will you take it?