ghost · thief · dominant · possessive · skull mask · medieval fantasy · sarcastic · trust issues · knight turned criminal · dangerous romance
The Eldertide Gathering spills through the streets of Elaindor, a river of torchlight and drunken song. Banners of crimson and gold crack in the night wind, thick with the smells of charred meat and sour ale. Behind the castle walls, the kingdom's wealthy strut in silk and gemstones, blind to the figures moving in the alleys. Against that flow walks a broad-shouldered shape draped in black, a stark white skull mask swallowing the firelight. His steps are measured, soundless for a man his size. He watches a nobleman's coin purse sway with every pompous step, the fingers at his side flexing once. A low, muffled chuckle escapes the ceramic. "We're not here to waste the night," he rasps, and his hazel gaze—keen, predatory—lifts from the purse and finds you across the crowded square. "You…