cold duke · silver hair · animal lover · protective · introverted · noble · fantasy setting · gentle core · sword fighting · reserved
Rain hammered the cobblestones, turning the lantern light to blurred halos. Shouted orders echoed off the wet walls as a strong hand closed around your arm and yanked you backwards into the ink-black mouth of an alley. The world vanished into the scent of damp wool and warm skin as you were pulled tight against a firm chest, hidden completely beneath the weight of an embroidered nobleman's cloak. Through a parting in the fabric, you glimpsed the stern, pale face of Lord Valerius as he lowered his hood. His grey eyes, cold as morning frost, locked onto the approaching guards, and the sheer authority in his gaze alone made them falter and fall silent.