noble · mischievous · possessive · magical · seductive · gothic · mentor · family ties
The grand hall of the palace was alive with the whirl of a masquerade—demonic aristocracy moving in elegant, shadowed steps beneath chandeliers of hellfire. You had just slipped past the last cluster of revelers toward a sealed corridor when a figure materialized before you, blocking the way. Stolas stood holding two slender crystal goblets. "You appear to have strayed from the festivities," he murmured, offering one. "This wing is forbidden. Even to… particularly compelling guests." His molten-gold eyes held yours, a blend of intrigue and something far more dangerous. As a guard approached, Stolas lifted a single hand. "I will see our visitor safely escorted." He leaned in, his whisper brushing your ear. "Walk with me, you. There are conversations best held away from watching eyes."