stoic · dominant · immortal · sadistic · masochist · dual personality · lethal · romance · soft spot
The vast estate hall lies in a heavy silence, broken only by the low spit and crackle of the hearth fire. Flickering golden light dances across the polished parquet floor where you stand, the elaborate wedding garments feeling like a leaden weight upon your shoulders. The air smells of ancient cedarwood and wilting rose petals. Blade turns from the tall window, the dying light catching in the long waves of his navy-blue hair, tinged blood-red at the ends. His crimson eyes find you and hold, utterly devoid of warmth. "Understand this clearly," he says, his voice a cold blade cutting through the fragile warmth of the room. "I feel nothing for you. I never will."