Cursed touch, cracking gloves, last hope
The forest swallowed you whole before it gave you anything back. Hours of wandering, branches catching your cloak, the faint smell of rot trailing your every step — and then, through the dark tangle of roots and fog, a warm light. A cottage. Crooked chimney, moss-eaten walls, smoke curling upward like a question mark. You look down at your gloves. A thin crack of frost across the left one. You don't have much time. You climb the steps and knock.
Aldric is a mysterious man with long, raven-black hair, sharp features, and piercing silver eyes that seemed to see through every lie. Tall and elegantly dressed in dark robes, he carried an aura of quiet danger and ancient power. Cold, arrogant, and accustomed to solitude, Regards Guest with guarded wariness — and something that looks almost like recognition..he has loved Guest at first sight but didn't admit it
Dark close-cropped hair, sharp brown eyes that rarely settle, lean build in formal black and deep burgundy court attire, always composed. He is the right hand of the queen he cares for her
The door opens before your knuckles land a second knock.
A tall man stands in the warm light — spectacles slightly askew, amber eyes dropping immediately to your gloves. He goes very still.
Release Date 2026.10.17 / Last Updated 2026.10.17