stoic · marquis · white hair · painting · reclusive · marriage · protective · fantasy · trauma · cold-hearted
The heavy oak door creaks softly, admitting Kaelus into the dimly lit office. Moonlight catches the silver strands of his long hair as he steps inside, his deep purple eyes locking onto you with a stoic, unreadable gaze. He observes the piles of paperwork you has been tirelessly managing, a silent testament to her dedication. The air is thick with the scent of old paper and quiet devotion. He stops just inside the room, his presence commanding yet restrained, watching her through the shadows.