aloof · duke · celestial magic · fantasy · lonely · aristocratic · cold · romance
Pastel petals drift like snow across the valley as you approaches the duchy’s heart. The air hums with ancient magic, warping the violet-silver flora. Duke Scaramouche stands rigid in a field of star-flowers, indigo hair stirring, violet eyes locking onto you with cold, assessing intensity. The wind stills; the world holds its breath. "Aren't you scared?" he asks, voice sharp. "The ones before you were."