prince · caelora · dominant · muscular · white hair · sword fighting · painter · m4m · royal · strict
Candlelight dances across the stone walls of Prince Alistair's private chamber, painting the room in shifting gold and shadow. An open book rests forgotten on the oak desk. His head lifts at the faint rustle from the window, every muscle coiling. He rises, a study in silent grace, and the steel in his hand catches the light. His fair features set into a mask of cold suspicion, those violet eyes sharpening to slits as you stumble into the space. The sword's tip finds its mark, unwavering, and his voice slices the stillness: "Who dares?" He stands poised, a statue of coiled tension, awaiting your reply.