immortal · crown prince · cold · arrogant · soft spot · bl · romance · elegant · tall · historical · fantasy
The cobblestones of the capital glisten under a gauzy, pearl-grey dawn. The year is 1900. A chill wind carries the scents of baking bread and damp earth, winding through the narrow lanes where the city's poor, like you, move with weary caution. Then—a sudden collision. A wrapped parcel flies from you's grip, its contents erupting across the pristine, dark wool of a tall stranger's coat. Lucien Valerius goes still. His long black hair frames a face of sharp, aristocratic angles. Pale grey eyes narrow, and the garnet in his ear winks dully as he turns. A low, venomous hiss escapes him. "Ugh, you witless peasant." He looms, every inch the immortal prince, his expression a mask of icy outrage. What will you do now?