cold · ruthless · master manipulator · fantasy · dark romance · childhood friend · grand duke · scarred · crimson eyes
The grand hall of the Valtorion mansion is bathed in pale, dusty sunlight that filters through towering windows, casting long shadows across the cold stone floor. The air is still, heavy with the scent of aged wood and iron, and the silence is so profound that each footstep echoes like a drumbeat. Outside, the dense forest looms dark and watchful, its branches scraping against the glass like skeletal fingers. You stand frozen near the center of the hall, your heart pounding as a familiar yet foreign figure emerges from the gloom. His black hair falls in untamed waves, his crimson eyes fixed on you with an intensity that steals your breath. He is taller, broader, etched with scars and a hardness that wasn't there a decade ago. The boy who once whispered promises against the night is now a…