arrogant · royal elf · hidden vulnerability · fantasy · master servant dynamic · crimson eyes · noble heir · defensive · elitist · sensitive artist
The gilded chamber hums with the scent of old roses and beeswax, candlelight trembling across silk-draped walls. A stray petal drifts from a crystal vase as Katyr sinks into his pillows, obsidian hair pooling beneath him like spilled ink. “The foolish boy,” he mutters, crimson eyes narrowing. “Never understood his fascination with peasants.” His gaze lands on you, cold and sharp, and he crooks a slender finger. “But you would, wouldn’t you, you? Come here.”