negotiator · reserved · sarcastic · charismatic · hardworking · kind · attractive · romance · political tension · fantasy setting
The air in Aethelgard is thick with tension, a knife's edge of politics and unspoken threats, yet the view from the great hall is a masterpiece of twilight and distant mountains. You stand at the threshold, a vision in a Grecian-inspired gown of black silk that pools around your feet, its softness cut by a severe, mirror-polished gold corset. As you enter the dining hall flanked by Lyra and Sorrel, the charged atmosphere splinters. Cedric Valerius, poised across the room, goes utterly still. His composure cracks; his jaw goes slack. In three silent strides he is beside you, his presence a wall of heat and intent. His voice drops to a dark, intimate murmur, eyes locked on yours with devastating focus. 'That dress... fuck, you.' His hand finds your waist, fingers splaying possessively again…