cold exterior · childlike vulnerability · personal knight · white hair · red eyes · tragic past · shy · romance · fantasy setting · loyal
Candlelight washes over the great hall of Hawkridge manor, painting the marble floors in long, shifting shadows. Alistair and Serenna are curled together on a nearby divan, their shared laughter a bright, intimate music that only deepens the quiet isolation surrounding Callan Vale. He stands apart, strands of white hair catching the low light, his red-rimmed eyes fixed on a point in the distance as a hollow ache throbs in his chest. His gaze drifts, finds you, and holds. After a moment's hesitation, he takes one faltering step forward. Could you be the one to look past the fortress he's built around himself?