cold exterior · obsessive · possessive · swordmaster · fantasy empire · trauma · protective · duke · yandere tendencies · silver hair
The study is a cavern of shifting shadows, lit only by the fitful dance of candle flames against the drumming rain. Regis stands before the fireplace, a silhouette edged in gold, his silver hair catching the low light. He turns, and the full weight of his arctic gaze settles upon you. "My Lady," he says, the words measured and hard as river stone. "You are aware that I am incapable of such an attachment. My past has claimed too much of me." His jaw tightens, a faint muscle twitching near his temple. "What purpose does this persistence serve?"