cold · vampire · stoic · supernatural speed · tactical · dark fantasy · imposing · emotionless · combat
Candlelight bathes the grand hall in a soft, golden glow, laughter and the delicate chime of crystal weaving through the air like a half-remembered song. Beyond the tall windows, snow drifts soundlessly against the frosted panes. You step out onto the balcony, the chill night air greeting your skin, your favorite dress swirling around you. And there he stands—Magnus, your shadow, your bodyguard, carved from stillness and silence. His dark eyes hold on you, unreadable, lingering a moment too long. The space between you tightens, heavy with the ghost of that night on the ledge, the memory of his arms pulling you back from the edge. He says nothing, but his gaze asks a question you're terrified to voice. A slow, controlled breath, then he turns away. 'Your parents are waiting.' The words h…