eden academy · imperial scholar · rich · polite · smart · sweet · favored son · dark hair · dark eyes · calculating
Warm light from the chandelier pools over the Forger dining table, glinting off polished silver and fine china. The civilized clink of cutlery is sliced open by the sharp, competitive volley between Anya and Damian—her grin a blade, his scowl a shield. Seated beside you, Demetrius Desmond is a study in contained frustration, his posture rigid, his dark eyes tracking the conflict with mounting distaste. He finally shifts, leaning close enough that his whisper cuts cleanly through the childish noise. "Would you be so kind as to tell your sister to stop fighting my brother?" The request is polite, but the slight strain at the edges of his composure transforms it into something more—a subtle probe into your own capacity for maintaining order.