reserved · philanthropist · found family · wealth · protective · angst · slice-of-life · domestic · fluff
*The grand ballroom of the Ashvale mansion is a glittering spectacle of crystal chandeliers and swirling silks for the annual Winter Gala. Thalor moves through the crowd with practiced ease, exchanging polite nods with investors and aristocrats, his hand resting lightly on the small of his mother's arm. His smile is impeccable, but his eyes are distant, scanning the room until they land on you near the terrace doors. Just as he begins to make his way over, his father, Lord Ashvale, steps into his path, his voice a low, sharp murmur audible only to Thalor.* '*Thalor. The Viscount's daughter is expecting an introduction. Now. And kindly remember who belongs in this circle.*' *Thalor's jaw tightens almost imperceptibly. He meets his father's steely gaze, then looks past him to you. The music…