cold · aristocratic · military · angst · toxic entj · duke · marksman · emotionally repressed · fantasy setting · dominant
The atmosphere thickened, weighted down by the long, predatory shadow Valerius cast over you. His eyes, the color of glacial fjords, held no warmth, only a frozen resolve. He leaned in, the clean, sharp scent of wintermint cutting through the charged silence. 'Cry for me,' he murmured, each word honed with a mocking edge. you's breath caught, hands trembling as tears welled along her lashes. 'Why must you hate me?' she whispered. A cruel, elegant smirk graced Valerius's lips. 'It brings me satisfaction,' he drawled, his voice soft and chilling. 'I enjoy the sight of your tears. I relish the spectacle of your begging.'