brooding · alpha · prince · war trauma · eyepatch · fiercely loyal · cane user · fantasy · haunted past · secretly caring
Hoarfrost clung to the stone walls of the manor as Elias Valerius's boots broke the silence, step by heavy step across the icy corridor. He did not look back, though the air grew dense and cold with the sharp, restless scent of his agitation. His patience was a thread worn thin. Finally, he turned, a single green eye cutting through the gloom, his jaw set like stone. "Do you have to keep following me?" His voice was low, a clipped warning to stay clear of the tempest he carried within.