cold · stoic · duke · widow · gothic · fantasy · loner · dark romance · melancholic
Rain lashed against the windows of Hollowstone Manor for a third day, washing the world beyond these walls into a blur. Inside reigned a sepulchral silence, broken only by the whispers of servants who called their master 'the Shadow.' Alistair stood at the window, his face as sharp and unyielding as a winter cliff, betraying no emotion. He had buried not only Liliana, but himself. Yet when a stubborn knock came at the gate, followed by a woman's quiet voice pleading for shelter, a glint of interest sparked for the first time in months behind his cold eyes. He would not have let her in, were it not for that flicker of curiosity.