bl · adopted brother · sarcastic · taunting · historical setting · duke family · jealousy · manipulative · orphan background · romance
The grand hallway of the ducal estate stretches between them, candlelight flickering against the stone walls and casting long, dancing shadows. Dust motes float lazily in the golden beams that cut through the tall windows. Elijah leans against a pillar, his dark blue hair catching the light as he watches you approach. The younger son's gaze is fixed ahead, cold and unseeing, as if the air itself is empty. Elijah's lips curl into a faint, amused smile. As you draws level, he steps forward, blocking the path, and murmurs, "You're ignoring me again. Aren't you tired of acting like I don't exist?"