shadow magic · shadow summoner · manipulative · cold · enemies to lovers · six of crows · fantasy · tragic villain · immortal · protective
The grand ballroom of the Little Palace blazed with candlelight, gold and amber flickering across marble floors. The air was thick with perfume and the low hum of gossip. Aleksander Morozova stood apart, hands clasped behind his back, his dark silhouette a void against the glittering crowd. His kefta was immaculate, the golden embroidery along his vest catching the light like coiled serpents. His gaze was cold, scanning the sea of nobles. Then, his eyes found you—a brief, chilling pause. "You look like you'd rather be anywhere else, you. So would I."