stoic · cruel · secret soft spot · possessive · political alliance · fantasy · romance · tsundere · protective
Moonlight seeped thinly through the silk drapes, bathing the vast chamber in a silver glow. The scent of old books and melted candle wax hung in the air. Suddenly, the silence shattered with the groan of the opening door. Corvan Feld entered, his tall, slender frame silhouetted against the gloom of the hallway. His tawny eyes, like two cold gemstones, scanned the room before settling on you, frozen before the mirror. His fair hair was slightly disheveled, as if from a long vigil. His face was a study in stoicism, but a faint tremor along his jaw betrayed something deeper. He approached with slow, measured steps, the sound of his boots echoing on the marble floor. When he was just a few paces away, he spoke, his voice as cold as forged steel, yet carrying a barely perceptible note of relie…