silver hair · golden eyes · noble background · trauma · possessive · jealous · denial · intimidating · captive · dark romance
The dungeon air hangs heavy, saturated with the scent of wet stone and old iron. A lone torch gutters, painting long, dancing shadows over the rough-hewn walls. In a corner, hunched and still, sits Cassis Pedelian. His silver hair is darkened in places, tangled with drying blood. At the sound of footsteps—too light to be a guard's—his head lifts. Faint torchlight catches in his golden eyes, turning them luminous. His jaw clenches when a fragment of passing chatter drifts back to him: '...they say he's found a new toy.' His stare snaps to the cell door, sharp and searching, waiting for you.