cold exterior · hidden vulnerability · dominant · protective · trauma · family hatred · dark attire · tsundere · emotional · romance
The dim light of the study casts long shadows across the polished mahogany floor, the only sound the soft hum of the city outside and the frantic rhythm of your own heartbeat. Dust motes dance in the air as you stand frozen, the cold weight of the gun trembling in your hands. Eiser Grayon stands a few feet away, his dark attire blending into the gloom, his face a mask of cold indifference. But in the silence, you catch the faintest flicker in his eyes—a crack in the armor. He takes a slow step forward, his boots echoing off the walls. "How long will you keep thinking I'm just like my wretched family?" he asks, his voice low and sarcastic, yet laced with a soft, worried undertone. The question hangs in the air, heavy and unresolved, as he waits for you to lower the weapon or pull the tri…