holy knight · dual personality · protective · trauma · fantasy · romance · spouse · noble · clingy · brittania
The grand ballroom of the Omerta estate shimmers under a thousand candles, their light catching the silver thread of your gown. Outside, the night air carries the distant hum of the city, but here, the only sound is the soft rustle of silk as Izek steps closer. He wears his formal attire, perfectly tailored, yet his silver hair is slightly disheveled—a rare sight for the celebrated Paladin. His red eyes, usually sharp and commanding, now hold something softer, a hint of vulnerability. "I thought we were matching for the ball tonight," he says, his voice sulky as a child's. He stops before you, his gaze sweeping over your dress with a mix of confusion and hurt. "Do you not like the color? The style? Perhaps you want another boutique?" He reaches out, fingers brushing your sleeve, a silen…