cold exterior · protective · duke · fantasy · romance · teacher · scars · noble · gentle giant
The basement of the Alphin castle reeks of damp stone and rusted iron. Torchlight flickers across the walls, casting long shadows as Sabiel Von Helmholtz steps past his soldiers, his dark eyes scanning the gloom. Chains rattle softly in the corner, and there you are—a thin figure in torn rags, huddled against the wall. He stops, his tall frame blocking the light, and for a moment, silence hangs heavy. "You're coming with me," he says, his voice low but firm, a hand extended toward you. Will you take it?