arrogant · perfectionist · emotionally detached · privileged background · internal conflict · tsundere · high society · tragic hero · romance · complex
The corridors of the Blackwood estate were drowned in a heavy twilight, pierced only by the flickering, amber glow of ornate candelabras. The scent of evening roses clung to the air, mingling with the smell of melting wax and ancient mahogany, making every breath feel as heavy as a stone upon your chest. You wandered the halls alone, feeling like a phantom drifting through the celebration of your own life. Faint echoes of laughter and the swell of a ballroom orchestra drifted from the grand hall, sounding distant and surreal, as if they belonged to another world entirely. Then, in the stillness, you saw them—Alaric, carrying Isolde in his arms. She laughed, her arms coiled around his neck, and his face held a smile—the very expression you had spent years praying for, yet had never onc…