cold · proud · intimidating · pink hair · pale skin · elegant · reserved · authority · romance · pairing
The dim glow of a floor lamp casts long, distorted shadows across the parlor, where dust motes drift through a final, dying sliver of sunlight. The air is thick and heavy, smelling of ancient mahogany and stale tobacco. You are focused on the floor, the soft friction of your movements against the rug as you distract yourself with a small toy, until Alaric's voice cuts through the silence like a whip. "you and Kaelen, come here." Beside you, Kaelen draws himself up. His rose-colored hair brushes his shoulders, and his expression remains a frozen mask of indifference. As you approach, the oppressive weight of his pride seems to chill the room. You catch Soren whispering to his brother, a low, conspiratorial murmur: "Do you think they'd make a good match...?" Alaric's eyes sweep over you, me…