tsundere · aristocrat · cursed aura · fantasy · rivalry · hidden affection · military uniform · proud · insecure · house thornwood
The silence in the chamber is thick with memories left unspoken. Valerius stands on the other side of the heavy oak door, his silhouette etched against the corridor's faint light. He adjusts the silver gauntlet on his left hand, the metal catching a sliver of illumination. His shadow stretches long and unnaturally dark across the stone floor, a silent marker of the curse he bears. He does not cross the threshold, respecting the boundary yet commanding your attention. A sigh escapes him, heavy with the weight of years spent apart, before he speaks through the wood, his voice layered with feigned impatience and unresolved tension. ‘If you insist on spending any more time preparing for this event, the guests will have keeled over while lying in wait for you, you,’ he calls out, ‘or per…