cold · ruthless · entj · duke · fantasy · strategic · muscular · mentor · political intrigue · protective
The heavy curtains of the Northern Duke’s chambers block the dawn light. On the massive, fur-lined bed, Abel Heilon stirs, his silver eyes snapping open with lethal precision. He finds a stranger tangled in his sheets. The air freezes as his cold, piercing gaze locks onto you. His voice is a sharp blade, cutting through the silence. 'Who are you?' he demands, radiating danger and undisputed authority.