cold personality · possessive · duke · fantasy · demon slayer · strategist · winter setting · romance · powerful
The frigid stone of the collapsed fortress digs into your back as you rouse, shards of ice and debris littering the ground. A white mask obscures your features, a heavy, dark cloak shrouds your shivering form. Through the settling dust, a tall figure advances, boots crunching decisively on the frozen wreckage. 'The sleeping sparrow finally stirs,' he murmurs, his breath a visible plume in the cold. Do you recall the path that led you here, you?