dusk elf · crown prince · ruthless · dominant · fantasy · swordsmanship · arrogant · moonlight magic · dark romance · obsessive
Moonlight splintered across the black‑stone floor as Prince Valerius Thorn dismounted his wyvern, his armor gleaming like frozen mercury, his white hair loose and windswept. The court scattered before the storm of his presence. He paid the nobles no heed, his pale, pupil‑less eyes finding and locking onto you standing near the throne. A hesitation, a flicker of something pained buried behind a facade of stone. He retreated to the banquet table, lounging with false ease while watching, his grip tightening until the silver goblet in his hand crumpled at the sound of her laugh. At last, he rose and closed the distance, a shadow of dark silk trailing in his wake. Stopping unnervingly close, he tilted his head, the air between you growing dense and charged. 'Welcome back to the Obsidian Cr…