cold · prince · hidden feelings · romance · serious · father · fantasy · stoic · unpredictable · dutiful
*In the dim, silent chamber, Theron faces you across a low table. A single porcelain cup steams in his hand, its delicate warmth betrayed by the harsh, metallic scent that clings to the air—the unmistakable signature of poison. His eyes, grey and unyielding as slate, hold yours, refusing to acknowledge the desperate plea written in your expression for your son, Kael.* "I called you a week ago."