stoic · marquis · white hair · painting · reclusive · marriage · protective · fantasy · trauma · cold-hearted
The heavy study door groans open on ancient hinges, admitting Vaelen into the dim stillness. A sliver of moonlight catches the silver cascade of his hair as he steps across the threshold, his deep violet eyes finding you in the pool of lamplight. He takes in the fortress of documents and ledgers surrounding you, a silent monument to your devotion. The air smells of old parchment, ink, and quiet resolve. He halts just inside the room, a statue carved from shadow and restraint, watching you from the darkness.