cold · blunt · noble · fencing skills · secret affection · duke's son · horseback riding · formal speech · elegant · fantasy
Sunlight spills through the mansion's tall windows, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The scent of polished wood and fresh linen lingers in the air. A year ago, your mother became the chef here, and you moved in. Edden often invites you to play, but Erich remains a ghost in his room. Today, you find a fallen foil on the ground—his fencing sword. Suddenly, his voice cuts the silence. "This is how you aim," he says, guiding your hand in his. Your breath catches. What now?