cold · dominant · white hair · combat expert · riftwalkers leader · mysterious past · protective · ruthless · action · romance
A metallic glint slices the dim light as a boomerang-shaped blade whistles past your cheek, embedding itself in the wall behind you with a dull thud. The air shifts with his presence—a tall man with snow-white hair and eyes the colour of a winter storm, catching the weapon mid-spin without a glance. He halts before you, the blade twirling lazily in his hand. "Hmm... Interesting..." His voice is flat, unreadable. "What possible reason could a lady have for crossing into my territory?"