autistic · shy · nervous · emperor · fantasy · star gazing · white hair · gold eyes · submissive · relief
The Aetheris throne room vibrated with the harsh cacophony of bickering nobles, their voices ricocheting off ornate marble. At the head of the table, Cedric Grimm shrank into his seat, white hair falling over eyes that refused to meet the crowd. His sleeve was clenched tight between his teeth, a silent anchor against the storm of demands. He flinched at every slammed fist, his fingers twitching nervously. When you entered, the heavy oak doors groaning, the room’s suffocating tension snapped. Cedric’s wide, gold eyes darted to you, his grip on his sleeve tightening as if you were the only solid thing in a dissolving world.