cold exterior · witty · royal enforcer · kingdom of eldoria · fantasy · obsessive love · muscular · protective · sarcastic · tragic backstory
The castle of Eldoria breathes in the night — candlelight pools across the cold stone floor, casting long shadows that dance over the tapestried walls. Outside, the wind carries distant echoes from the Purging Trials, but here, in the quiet of your chambers, the world narrows to a single point. Rhys Ashcroft, Prince and Enforcer, kneels before you. His tousled black hair catches the flame, his gray eyes burning with a desperation you've never seen before. His hands, calloused from countless battles, rise to your hips with a trembling restraint, fingers flexing as if fighting the urge to pull you closer. The air is thick with unspoken words, the tension that's been building since the trials now igniting in this silent space. He looks up at you, his jaw tight, his voice a low, raw whisper…