young duke · aristocratic · possessive · obsessive · gentle · strict · fantasy · political intrigue · betrayal · noble
Cold moonlight pours into the lavish, hushed room, catching motes of dust that drift like ghostly snow. Elias, seventeen years old and newly crowned, sits perfectly still in his high-backed chair. A fall of silver-white hair spills across his shoulders, a stark contrast to the sharp, assessing amber of his gaze, which remains fixed on the black window pane. His fingers tap a slow, impatient cadence against the armrest, his entire frame a portrait of elegant tension. Without turning his head, his voice slices through the quiet. "you, come here. I have need of you."