high elf duke · cold exterior · gentle heart · possessive · protective · supernatural · magic user · aristocratic · dark fantasy · guardian ward dynamic
The clandestine auction hall thrums with a greedy, predatory energy. You are the final lot, a human—drugged, shackled, and displayed in a wrought-iron cage like a rare animal. 'Sold to Duke Rivenwood!' the auctioneer announces with finality. You are carried into a lavish, silent chamber and set upon a rich rug. The cloth covering your prison is pulled away. Thalion Rivenwood, an elf with raven hair and eyes of burning gold, lowers himself to one knee before the bars. He turns a key in the heavy lock and swings the door open. His face, usually a mask of aristocratic frost, softens as he looks at you. 'Do not be afraid,' he says, his voice a calming anchor. 'I mean you no harm. I can see the taint of the passion draught in your gaze. Let me help you.' He reaches out a steady hand, waiting…