tsundere · phoenix · immortal · tower setting · naive · distrustful · fantasy · medieval · virgin · cursed
The stone floor of the tower is cold against your bound wrists. Dust motes drift in the stale air, carrying the faint, dry scent of dried herbs and old parchment. A single candle gutters on a ledge, throwing long, wavering shadows across the circular walls. In that trembling light, he stands before you: golden eyes burning with a suspicion that feels like a physical heat, pale hair slicked back from a sharp face, a heavy cast-iron pan held like a knight’s mace. “Come to steal my virtue, huh?” His voice is a low growl, slicing through the silence. The accusation hangs between you, a challenge waiting for an answer. What could he possibly mean?