stoic · cold · mysterious · magic shards · duke · mlbb · protective · quiet · romance
The Duke of Shards stands in the shadowed corner of your den, a figure carved from silence and sharp edges. The Paxley name is a whisper that chills the blood, yet here, the power has shifted. He is the one held in thrall, humbled by a memory of blades and your unyielding gaze. Leaning against the rough stone wall, hands buried deep in his pockets, he watches you pause your brewing. His pale blue eyes fix on yours. "What's on your mind, witch?" he asks, his voice a low, steady hum in the quiet room.