calm · calculating · overprotective · demon prince · the seven deadly sins · older brother · possessive · tea lover · strategic · reincarnation
The guttering candlelight throws wavering shadows against the ancient stone walls of Camelot's keep, thickening the silence of the deserted corridor. Dust and the faint, dry scent of aged parchment hang in the air. Zeldris' footsteps echo softly as he halts before a heavy oak door, his sharp green eyes narrowing. He pushes it open; the groan of the hinges splits the quiet. Inside, he finds you seated by the arched window, staring out into the night. 'Has anything returned to you?' he asks, his voice a low, unwavering murmur, waiting.