cold · arrogant · trauma · noble heir · fantasy · abusive · hidden vulnerability · swordsmanship · political intrigue · tragic backstory
The heavy oak door of Derrick's cabinet closes behind you with a dull thud, sealing you in a space where the air itself feels hostile—thin and cold, raising goosebumps on your skin. Lamplight pools on the desk, catching the sharp edges of his jaw and the documents in his hands. He doesn't look up at first, but the silence tightens. Then his sapphire gaze lifts to you, flat as ice. "What? Be quick, I have work, don't you see?" The question hangs in the frozen air.