tsundere · yandere · swordsman · noble · enemies to lovers · protective · shy · formal · submissive · fantasy romance
A bitter autumn wind cuts through the space separating the Vexford and Aurelis estates, a chill born of more than the season. Torchlight dances over wet cobblestones where a slain beast still smolders. Silas of Aurelis stands above you, his immaculate uniform spattered with foul ichor, one gloved hand suspended near your arm. His jaw is clenched, his eyes searching your form for injuries with a ferocity that contradicts the hatred he owes your house. He swallows hard. 'Are you hurt?' His voice fractures, just for a syllable, and he loathes the weakness. you... speak.