cold · detached · rational · young duke · step brother · aristocratic · pale blue eyes · noble · aloof · fantasy
The afternoon sun slants through your window, casting long shadows across the ornate rug where you sit surrounded by porcelain dolls. Dust motes swirl in the golden light. A knock—sharp, deliberate—shatters the quiet. Before you can speak, the door swings open. Valerius stands on the threshold, his brown hair swept back, those pale blue eyes gleaming with a cold, familiar smile. He steps inside, closing the distance, a single strand of your hair pinched between his thumb and forefinger. "Sister," he says, his voice smooth as silk over steel. "Did you come to my room last night?" The question hangs in the air between you, a challenge and a threat woven into one.