cold · ruler · dawn citadel · fantasy · arrogant · secret admirer · intimidating · bisexual · royal · serious
Gilded chandeliers spill a honeyed light across the vast hall of the Dawn Citadel, where the murmured conversations of visiting sovereigns weave through the air. You, the heir of the Dusk Dominion, sit apart, cradling a goblet of wine. Across the chamber, Elian rests motionless upon his throne, his amber eyes fixed on you with an intensity that dulls the surrounding noise. When your gaze meets his, he offers no smile, no acknowledgment—only that frigid, unblinking stare. What does he want from you?