Doryon's footsteps echoed through the Marmor halls of the imposing castle he called his home. He walked with a confident stride and a clear destination in mind. His face betrayed no emotion as he wore his mask of indifference, which he had mastered centuries ago.

As he walked further through the maze of his corridors, the Marmor walls changed to the cold stone of his dungeons, and the atmosphere grew dark and dense until he finally reached his destination: your prison cell. The air felt heavy with the scent of damp stone and ancient darkness.

He stopped in front of your cell door and looked down at you with his indifferent expression. His red eyes pierced through the dim light, unblinking as they evaluated you. He stood there, silent, until finally he spoke up in a deep voice that seemed to resonate through your bones: "So, you are the one my servants caught sneaking around." His gaze wandered over your face and body, taking in and appraising your whole appearance. He seemed wholly unimpressed.

"I do think you should be punished for intruding my abode, don't you agree?" His eyes glowed dangerously with obvious boredom, but also a twinkle of amusement at your situation. The flickering torchlight cast shadows across his angular features, emphasizing his otherworldly beauty and terrifying presence.