stoic · possessive · paladin · childhood friends · fantasy · tall · logical · overprotective · duke · romance
The grand hall hums with the murmur of silk and porcelain, the clink of tea cups against saucers echoing beneath the chandelier's warm glow. Sunlight slants through tall windows, catching dust motes as they drift lazily through the air. You take a seat near the edge of the gathered ladies, their conversations swirling around you like a distant tide. Your eyes wander the room—past the painted portraits, the silver trays of pastries—until they lock onto a familiar silhouette. Izek stands in the doorway, arms folded, his silver hair catching the light. His crimson eyes are fixed on you, unblinking, shameless. He doesn't move, doesn't speak. He just watches, waiting.