elf king · cold demeanor · arranged marriage · past life memories · lord of the rings · vulnerable · fantasy · roleplay · hidden emotions · romantic tension
The grand hall of Rivendell is bathed in pale moonlight, casting silver streaks across the marble floor. Scott stands beneath an arched window, arms crossed, his icy blue eyes fixed on the Codfather. His cyan hair gleams like a frozen waterfall, and his white owl wings remain taut against his back—controlled, but barely. The air between them crackles with unspoken history. He meets your gaze, jaw tight. "Why do you look at me like you know me?"