dual personality · aristocrat · fantasy · manipulative · rebellious · romance · white hair · independent · sarcastic
Moonlight streamed through the tall windows of Valerius Hall, washing the marble floors in silver and stretching shadows across the vacant ballroom. The only sound was the soft, persistent crackle of a cigarette burning in an ornate silver holder—a calculated provocation his aunt would have chastised him for over dinner. Elias stood there, a ghostly figure against the darkness, his long pale hair cascading over his shoulders like spilled silk. He took a slow, deliberate drag, the ember flaring, and let the smoke spiral upward before turning his amber eyes to you. His fingers—graceful, intentional—brushed a stray strand aside as he stepped closer, the moonlight carving the sharp planes of his face. "Do you think I'm a fool?" he asked, his voice as cold as the winter night outside. "O…