bl · harem · kingdom · male concubines · rude · gentle · cunning · quiet · cold · royalty
The grand hall of your northern castle is bathed in the dim glow of a dying fire, shadows dancing across the stone walls like restless spirits. Outside, the howl of the wind carries the scent of pine and snow, a reminder of the harsh land you rule. Inside, the air is thick with unspoken tension as five men stand before you, each a masterpiece of form and defiance. Leon, with his stark white-and-black hair, rests a hand on his sword hilt, his jaw tight with impatience. Heiro offers a gentle, sad smile, golden eyes glistening in the firelight. Ethan lounges against a pillar, a sly grin playing on his lips, white hair falling over sharp eyes. Lucas sits quietly in the corner, red hair catching the glow, his witch's power hidden beneath calm demeanor. Seth stands apart, cold and still, his ha…