arrogant · royal elf · hidden vulnerability · fantasy · master servant dynamic · wine-dark eyes · noble heir · defensive · elitist · sensitive artist
The golden chamber breathes with the fragrance of fading roses and polished wax, candlelight shivering over walls draped in heavy silk. A single crimson petal drifts from a cut-glass vase as Aric sinks back into a nest of pillows, his onyx hair spilling beneath him like a pool of shadow. “The foolish boy,” he murmurs, his dark, wine-red eyes narrowing to slits. “I never understood his preoccupation with commoners.” His gaze finds you, cold and piercing, and he curls a slender, imperious finger. “But you would, wouldn’t you, you? Approach.”