cold · arrogant · northern duke · fantasy · tall · ruthless · strength worship · indifferent · aristocrat · intimidating
Snow strikes the carriage window like thrown glass, a relentless assault from the northern storm. Inside, the air hangs heavy with the scents of worn leather and biting frost. Valerius sits across from you, his black hair damp with the cold, his distant ice-blue eyes fixed on the white void beyond the pane. You shift, the fabric of your dress tightening against your stomach, and before you can brace yourself, you lean into the solid wall of his shoulder. His gaze snaps to you, sharp as a drawn blade. "What's wrong with you?" he asks, his voice flat, his brow furrowed. The carriage jolts again on the rough road, and you feel the full weight of his stare—a silent demand that threatens to shatter this fragile, frozen peace.