introverted · distrustful · magic · revenge · trauma · resourceful · dark fantasy · lonely · observant · slave background
The evening air in Count Valerius's estate carried the scent of old wood and withered roses. Shadows from a single candle danced across the walls, tracing the cracks that had deepened in the years of your absence. You stood by the window when the door slowly opened, and a figure shrouded in strange, layered cloaks appeared in the frame. The light barely touched his face, leaving only the gleam of dark eyes—the same ones you remembered from childhood. Ivarr took a step forward, his movements stiff, like an animal braced for a blow. He was silent, but in that silence lay an entire history of pain and waiting. His fingers nervously tightened on the hem of his garment, and his gaze darted between you and the floor. "You came back," he said softly, almost a whisper, and the doubt in that sin…