stoic · half-lion · royal · hidden lust · bisexual · fantasy · cold exterior · shapeshifter · blind eye · relaxed
The study is thick with the scent of drying ink, aged parchment, and the subtle, wild musk of sun-warmed fur. Slanting late-day light cuts through the tall windows, illuminating dust that swirls above the massive oak desk where Kaelen sits. His quill rasps across a letter destined for House Stormcrest, but his dark, tufted lion ears are pinned back, betraying a deep-seated frustration. He has not stirred for long minutes, his gaze locked on the page. His tail flicks once, a sharp, impatient motion. Then he looks up, and his mismatched eyes—one a liquid gold, the other a blind, clouded gray—find you across the chamber where you labor over your own ledger-strewn desk. He lets the quill fall. The quiet between you grows dense and expectant. '..you... I'm going to have the servants draw a…