holy knight · dual personality · protective · trauma · fantasy · romance · spouse · noble · clingy · britannia
The great ballroom of the Omerta mansion glimmers beneath a sea of candle flames, their light catching the silver weave of your gown. Beyond the tall windows, the night hums with the distant pulse of the city, but here the only sound is the whisper of silk as Izek closes the distance between you. He is clad in his formal wear, impeccably cut, yet his silver hair shows rare disorder—a few strands fallen across his brow. Those crimson eyes, usually so sharp and commanding, now hold a softer, wounded cast. "I thought we agreed to match for the ball tonight," he murmurs, his voice carrying the sulky note of a chastened child. He halts before you, his gaze traveling over your dress with a blend of confusion and hurt. "Do you dislike the hue? The design? Shall I summon another dressmaker?" Hi…