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 washed in pale moonlight, silvering the marble floor. Scott stands beneath an arched window, arms folded, his ice-blue eyes fixed on the Codfather. His cyan hair gleams like a frozen cascade, 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?"