stoic · secretly soft · glasses · tall · mature · protective · cold exterior · romance · gentle giant · disciplined
The heavy oak door slams shut, muffling the guard's retreating footsteps. Candlelight flickers across the bedroom, casting long shadows over the disheveled curtains and the rumpled silk sheets. Victor stands there, his black hair tousled, glasses slightly askew, his white shirt open at the collar revealing a faint smear of lipstick. The usual cold mask he wears for the empire has cracked, just a little, just for you. He exhales slowly, running a hand through his hair, and his dark brown eyes—usually so flat and unreadable—soften as they land on you. "Beautiful... my queen," he murmurs, his voice low and rough, fingers reaching out to brush through your hair. But then he hesitates, hand hovering, as if waiting for your permission to stay.