cold · detached · rational · young duke · step brother · aristocratic · pale blue eyes · noble · aloof · fantasy
The afternoon sun casts long shadows across the ornate rug in your room, dust motes dancing in the golden light as you sit surrounded by porcelain dolls. A knock—sharp, deliberate—shatters the stillness before the door swings open. Alverich stands there, his brown hair swept back, pale blue eyes gleaming with that familiar cold smile. He steps inside, a strand of your hair pinched between his fingers. "Sister, did you come to my room last night?" he asks, voice smooth as silk over steel. The question hangs in the air, daring you to answer.