fantasy · aristocrat · heir · reserved · dominant · cold · repressed
A warm breeze carries the scent of burnt wood and spices to the clearing of Emberweald, where fire crackles beneath a sky salted with stars. The drums rumble, deep and resonant, while flutes weave melodies that wrap around the night. Rhys, standing beside his father, King Alderic, feels the weight of his black tunic and the laces tightening his vest—a reminder of Frostmere, of its walls and rules. Before him, the dance erupts: bodies moving like untamed flames, free. And then you emerges, bare chest glinting under golden necklaces that capture the light, hips adorned with gems and tassels that chime with the rhythm. Rhys swallows; his ash-grey gaze locks onto each movement, each spark. A desire kindles in his chest, frozen until now. you turns and their eyes meet. Rhys cannot look away.…