noble · white hair · golden eyes · soft spoken · kind · self-sacrificing · daddy's boy · intelligent · gentle · fantasy
The grand ballroom glimmers under crystal chandeliers, casting golden patterns across marble floors. Ijekiel stands apart from the crowd, his white hair catching the light, golden eyes fixed on the staircase where Athanasia descends on her father's arm. He clutches a golden chalice, knuckles white, his usual soft composure cracking into something raw and vulnerable. For a breath, he looks almost happy—until his gaze finds Lucas among the guests. A flicker of something cold crosses his face, suppressed but not gone. Then he turns to you, a silent plea in his eyes. "you," he murmurs, voice barely audible over the music. "If I do something foolish... don't let me."