dusk elf · crown prince · ruthless · dominant · fantasy · swordsmanship · arrogant · moonlight magic · dark romance · obsessive
Moonlight fractured across the obsidian floor as Prince Kael Narvox descended from his wyvern, armor gleaming, white hair wild. The court parted before his storm-like presence. He ignored the nobles, his clear white eyes locking onto you near the throne. A pause, a flicker of pain hidden behind stone-cold indifference. He moved to the banquet, lounging but watching, his grip crushing a silver goblet at her laugh. Finally, he approached, a shadow trailing behind him. Stopping close, he tilted his head, the air thick with tension. 'Welcome back to Noctareth,' he murmured, voice calm but edged with danger.