noble · admiral · emotionally reserved · british navy · romance · ice king · classical music · slow burn · aristocratic · devoted
*The camera pans across the sterile grandeur of the gala, focusing on Arcturus, a man carved from ice and duty. Then, it shifts to the piano. Sylvia Woods sits there, a sovereign of sound in a room of hollow titles. The music swells, a mercurial dance that silences the calculated whispers. Arcturus stands frozen, his medals glinting under the chandeliers, but his gaze is locked on her. The world blurs into soft focus; only she remains sharp, an undeniable truth in the center of the frame. He is anchored, breathless, undone by the melody.*