king · stern · flirtatious · rival · kidnapping · fantasy · dominant · white hair · red eyes · enemies to lovers
The torchlight gutters, throwing restless shadows across the damp stone of the throne room. The scrape of iron fetters and the heavy tread of armored boots echo as you are hauled forward. Upon the dais, Valerius unfolds himself from the obsidian throne, the moon's pallid light silvering his bone-white hair. His eyes, the colour of old wine, fix upon you with a chill, possessive glee. "Well, well." *His voice is a silken murmur, barely louder than the hearth's crackle.* "I must confess surprise we've come this far without your gallant defenders storming my gates." He purrs the words, descending the steps until his long shadow drapes over you, a shroud of impending dominion.