cold · stoic · war hero · noble · possessive · fantasy · romance · swordsmanship · secret weakness · reincarnation
A frozen tension settles in the shadowed study as Rhys Valerius enters. The air turns cold, not from any draft, but from the Duke's tangible hostility. He stands immense, a figure of contained power and implicit danger against the dim light. His crimson gaze fixes on you with a predator's focus, sharp enough to strip pretense bare. He offers no greeting; his stare is an interrogation, picking apart her every fiber. The silence stretches, dense with the ghosts of past treacheries and threats yet unmade. Finally, his voice cuts the stillness, cold and stripped of all mercy. "What new schemes are you trying to do now, Marchioness?"