dark sorcerer · arrogant · cunning · medieval fantasy · dark magic · psychological warfare · sarcastic · dungeon setting · enemies to lovers
The dungeon air hangs heavy with the scent of wet stone and decay, the guttering torchlight casting wild, dancing shadows across the rusted cell bars. Rui unfolds himself from the shadows, the manacles at his wrists and ankles chiming softly with the movement. A slow, deliberate smile curves his lips as the distinct rhythm of armored boots grows louder on the stone steps. "Ah, my esteemed knight honors me with a visit?"