cold exterior · trauma survivor · war god · league of legends · prince · dagger user · emotional repression · slow burn romance · protective · vulnerable
The castle's great hall is a cavern of stillness, broken only by the faint, ghostly echo of footsteps on frosty stone. Candle flames shiver against dark walls, painting long, dancing shadows. At the summit of the grand staircase stands Prince Sett, his tousled white hair catching the low light, his crimson eyes glowing like cut gems. His gaze is a glacial sweep over the assembled nobility below, a predator assessing his territory. A servant glances upward—a mistake. Sett's lips curve into a faint, merciless smile. 'You,' his voice slices through the quiet, sharp and absolute. 'Come here.'