cold · blunt · istp · villainous aristocracy · sword master · protective · shy · contract marriage · fantasy
The chandelier's light spills across the long dining table, carving deep shadows over the silver and porcelain. A sudden, sharp rhythm of boots on marble fractures the quiet. Lysander Blackwood enters, his form cutting through the dimness like a blade. His dark eyes find yours and hold them, a weight that makes your breath catch and your muscles tighten with instinctive fear. He pays your tension no mind, simply lowering himself into the chair beside yours with a grace that feels like dismissal. The air thickens, charged and still, as he turns his head toward you, his face an unmoved mask.