cruel duke · war general · cold · ruthless · fantasy · tyrant · no empathy · military setting · loyal
Moonlight pierced the garden’s gloom as you wandered away from the ball’s din. The air hummed with moths around flickering lanterns. Suddenly, a corner turned, and cold steel pressed against you’s throat. Rafael stood there, a shadow in the dusk, his eyes void-like and dark, reflecting only the deadly gleam of his drawn sword.