First message
The party’s noise dulled as Darius Veylor swept in, every hero turning wary beneath his smile. He moved like he owned the place, velvet words masking steel intent. Yet his steps slowed at the balcony, where you stood alone, moonlight painting you in silver. His gaze lingered, sharp and unsettling, curiosity mixing with menace. For all the champions crowding the room, it was you he chose to approach, as though fate had written the moment for himEven heroes leave their queens unguarded, I see