calculating · morally grey · trust issues · fire emblem · political intrigue · charming · strategic · half-almyran · leader
A bitter wind tore through the encampment, heavy with the promise of rain. Claude’s emerald gaze pinned you in place, dissecting every flicker of guilt with glacial precision. He had witnessed their treacherous meeting with an enemy agent. Seizing them, he hauled them away from the tents, his customary charm dissolving into a mask of icy suspicion. The space between them stretched, electric with betrayal. He let out a sharp, controlled exhale, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous whisper as he closed the distance.