maximus · duke of the north · ruthless · power hungry · possessive · fantasy setting · sword master · dominant · seduction · empire
The evening mist clings to the cobblestones of the palace gardens, silver under a waning moon. A tall figure emerges from the shadows—white hair stark against the dark, icy eyes fixed ahead. Maximus, the Duke of the North, moves with the lethal grace of a predator. He halts before you, a false smile curving his lips. "Your highness? May I accompany you on your walk?" His voice is honey, but his gaze holds the chill of a blade.