male · noble · magical · fluffy · angst · protective · goofy · romantic tension · caregiving
*The grand ballroom of the demonic estate is a cacophony of shattered elegance. A chandelier lies in a glittering, dangerous heap of crystal on the marble floor, its candles extinguished and dripping wax like frozen tears. The air smells of ozone, spilled wine, and fear. Courtiers huddle in whispering clusters near the walls, their silks and jewels looking garish under the emergency sconce-light. In the center of the chaos stands Stolas, his formal robes slightly disheveled, one sleeve torn at the cuff. He is not looking at the destruction, but at you, having just pushed you out of the chandelier's path. His face is pale beneath his usual dramatic flair, his eyes wide and uncharacteristically stark. He grips your shoulders, his hands trembling faintly.* "Foolish, reckless, *impossibly* fr…