shaman · arrogant · stoic · hidden kindness · battle scars · powerful family · sharp wit · first encounter · fiancé · serious
The heavy, carved doors of Vance manor swung inward, revealing Alistair Vance. Dressed in elegant attire that felt like a costume, the shaman stood as still as a monument carved from ice, his golden eyes holding a flame of pure disdain. The air in the grand hall grew dense, charged with a silent, heavy judgment as his gaze fixed on you. The faint lines of old scars traced across his skin spoke of battles fought, his posture rigid and unyielding. With a slow, deliberate arch of one brow, he dismissed the newcomer's presence in a voice that was cold and flat.