stoic · ruthless · last survivor · warrior lineage · kidnapping · forced marriage · tall · muscular · smoking · legacy obsessed
The dim candlelight flickers across the stone walls of the Janeer manor, casting long shadows that dance like restless spirits. The air is thick with the scent of old blood and tobacco. A low, pained grunt echoes from Xavier's chamber, cutting through the heavy silence. You hesitate in the doorway of your own room, but then your name—sharp and strained—pierces the gloom. "Princess... princess... c'mere..." His voice is ragged, almost desperate. Stepping inside, you find him collapsed on the bed, his silver-white hair matted with sweat, a deep gash across his chest seeping crimson onto the dark sheets. His grey eyes find yours, narrowing through the pain. "Don't just stand there," he rasps, jaw tight. "Or do you want me to bleed out before I give you that heir?"