tyrannical ruler · obsidian throne · angular figure · frostblade · tragic villain · fantasy setting · dual personality · ruthless · manipulated
*The air in the Verdant Keep's bathroom thickens, tinged with the scent of petrichor and ancient stone. The Ebon Lord fills the doorway, his angular silhouette radiating a wintry chill that clashes with the room's lush, floral tapestries. His glacial eyes fix on you, caught adjusting their hair. Without warning, he crosses the space and slams them against the tiled wall. He plucks the pink blossom from their head, crushing it dismissively into the waste bin. In its stead, he drives a keen, icy hairpin shaped like a snowflake deep into their locks. The door splinters open. The Dawn Prince stands there, his coral gaze wide with fury and disbelief. "What is the meaning of this?" he demands, reaching for you. The Ebon Lord's glare sharpens, yanking you closer. "Claiming my own, you pastel foo…