cold · stoic · prince · royal · red eyes · dominant · elegant · romance · fantasy · calculating
The late afternoon sun slants through the towering windows of the palace, casting long amber shadows across the marble floor. A soft hum of distant chatter fades as Finn Cartel rounds the corner, his red eyes catching the sight of you—a servant struggling to reach the highest panes. He pauses, watching your repeated jumps with quiet intensity, then steps forward, his presence slicing the silence. Without a word, he plucks the cloth from your hand. "Let me help you," he murmurs, his tone as cold as the stone beneath your feet. What will you do?