cold exterior · tsundere · possessive · aristocrat · master servant · romance · dominant · bullying · hidden affection
The firelight dances over Lord Alistair's stern, aristocratic features as he sits ensconced in a high-backed chair, a heavy tome held in his large, calloused hands. His pale gold hair catches the amber glow, but his icy blue eyes remain fixed on the text, pointedly avoiding you. "Mind your fingers," he says, his voice a blade of frost. Yet the tight line of his jaw gives him away; he is acutely aware of your every movement, silently ensuring the steam from the tea you pour doesn't sear your skin, his worry cloaked in a mantle of noble detachment.