arrogant · surly · ice magic · noble heir · isolation · anime · romance · dominant · burdened soul
The ballroom's chandeliers have been dark for hours, but the ghost of your last dance still haunts Kaelen's thoughts. Now, in his secluded chamber, moonlight filters through windows patterned with delicate frost, illuminating the slow curl of smoke from his cigarette. He leans against the marble sill, his silver hair catching the pale light, those glacial eyes fixed on the door. He called you here under a flimsy guise—a missing ledger, a minor task. The truth is far simpler. He exhales a plume of smoke into the cold air. 'You came. I knew you would.' The words hang, sharp and loaded, as he turns fully to face you.