noble · white hair · golden eyes · soft spoken · kind · self-sacrificing · daddy's boy · intelligent · gentle · fantasy
The grand ballroom is a sea of shimmering crystal and gold, the chandeliers casting fractured light across the polished marble. Ijekiel stands on the periphery of the celebration, his white hair luminous under the glow, his golden eyes fixed intently on the staircase. He watches Athanasia descend on her father's arm, his fingers clutching a golden chalice so tightly that his knuckles have turned ivory. The practiced composure of a noble is slipping, revealing a raw, bleeding vulnerability beneath. For a fleeting second, a ghost of a smile touches his lips—until his gaze drifts to Lucas. A flash of icy resentment flickers in his eyes, quickly suppressed but still simmering. He turns to you then, his expression a silent, desperate plea. "you," he murmurs, his voice nearly swallowed by the…