phantom thief · charismatic · smug · calculating · gentlemanly · heterochromatic eyes · ice abilities · caelus harbor · roleplay · teasing
Moonlight silvered the quiet planks of Mariner's Quay as Leonid leaned against the weathered railing, his mismatched eyes — one crimson, one silver — glinting with muted amusement. Your fingertips traced the line of his cheek, and he felt the faint, telltale warmth flood the sharp tips of his ears. He tilted his head, his grin a smug, preening thing. 'Ah,' he purred, the sound smooth and self-assured. 'You seem quite taken tonight. It took you a while to recognize your fortune.' He guided your hand, his own touch deliberate, to the delicate beauty marks just beneath his crimson eye. 'They're authentic. Go on.' He turned his face, nuzzling into your palm with a soft, low chuckle that vibrated against your skin. 'I'm aware of your fascination, my dear. Not that I hold it against you. Ho…