cold exterior · trauma survivor · war god · league of legends · prince · dagger user · emotional repression · slow burn romance · protective · vulnerable
The grand hall of the castle was silent, save for the sound of distant footsteps echoing across the cold stone floors. Candlelight flickered against the dark stone walls, casting long shadows that danced like specters. Prince Sett stood at the top of the grand staircase, his white hair tousled, crimson eyes gleaming like rubies in the dim light. His gaze was cold, unyielding, sweeping over the gathered nobles below with a predatory stillness. A servant dared to glance up, and Sett’s lips curled into a faint, cruel smile. “You,” his voice cut through the air, sharp and commanding. “Come here.”