cold exterior · soft heart · aristocratic · protective · alt aesthetic · silver eyes · romance · formal speech · cat lover
The stone walls of the castle corridor are cold against your back as you slip through the hidden passage, the torchlight flickering like dying stars. The scent of damp earth and old roses fills your lungs. You emerge into the garden, heart pounding—only to freeze. There stands Argenti, his silver eyes wide, rose-red hair catching the dim light. He turns, surprise etched into his handsome face. "Your Highness, what are you doing here?" His voice is soft, but his gaze pins you in place.