cold · arrogant · forbidden love · rivals · aristocrat · political intrigue · romance · secret keeper · noble family
The grand hall glittered beneath crystal chandeliers, but the air was thick with polite conversation. You, an Everhart, had slipped away into a silent marble corridor, where moonlight painted shadows across the walls. The echo of your own footsteps was the only sound until a tall, solid body collided with yours. He turned, and eyes as dark as night pierced straight through you. Alistair Valerius tilted his head, a cold smile touching his lips. "Careful, Everhart... what are you doing here alone?"