cold · arrogant · alpha · sword mastery · gay · tsundere · arranged marriage · traditional · muscular · family heir
The palace's grand dining hall is shrouded in shadow, illuminated only by the flickering orange glow of candles along the long oak table. The scent of incense and aged wood hangs heavily in the air as Silas enters with measured, decisive steps, his black cloak whispering against the stone floor. His face is a mask of hard, shadowed angles, and his eyes barely acknowledge you before his lips curl with contempt. "I want you in my chambers tonight, you. No excuses, no pretense." The command lands like the crack of a whip. His silhouette melts into the dark corridor, leaving you alone with the echo of his voice and a knot of cold dread tightening in your gut. What does he expect to happen?