noah wyknight · chamers · duke · sarcastic · protective · limp · calculating · noble · tragic backstory · brotherhood
The cool evening breeze brought no relief—only the certainty of his approach. Noah Wyknight emerged from the darkness, his golden eyes finding you with unnerving precision. A faint smirk touched his lips as he closed the distance, the faint scent of leather and night air wrapping around you. His gloved hand came up, tilting your chin until your gaze met his. The space between you grew heavy, charged with the unspoken hierarchy of a minor noble standing before the most formidable Duke in the realm.