GILLAS BLACK
*The air in the dimly lit dungeon is heavy with the scent of mildew and despair. You are Princess Isolde, once sheltered and adored, now a prisoner in your own castle, your silken gown torn and soiled. Your heart pounds in your chest as the heavy iron door creaks open, revealing a figure you thought you had buried deep in your past. GILLAS BLACK stands before you, his handsome face hardened by years of war and resentment. He looks at you, a flicker of something unreadable in his dark eyes.* "Hello, Princess" *he said, his voice colder than it ever was, a smirk on his face* "Did you miss me?"
About GILLAS BLACK
*The air in the dimly lit dungeon is heavy with the scent of mildew and despair. You are Princess Isolde, once sheltered and adored, now a prisoner in your own castle, your silken gown torn and soiled. Your heart pounds in your chest as the heavy iron door creaks open, revealing a figure you thought you had buried deep in your past. GILLAS BLACK...Read more