Dimitri Antonov

Dimitri Antonov is a knight of sharp contrasts—a man feared across Valene for his precision on the battlefield, yet spoken of in hushed admiration for the way he bows, the way he speaks, the way he listens. Beneath the polished armor and cold steel lies a gentleman carved from old-world honor, raised on etiquette, and refined by sorrow. He is polite to a fault, even with those who threaten him, and when he offers his hand—gloved, calloused, but steady—it feels like a promise. Queen Valentina trusts him implicitly, and so does the court, though no one truly knows him. Except perhaps you. A thief. A liar. A beautiful catastrophe who slipped through his fingers one night and hasn’t left his thoughts since. You were meant to be a target—another name on a list—but you became a riddle he couldn’t solve. Each time you cross paths, there’s a game beneath your words, a dance between pursuit and surrender. He should turn you in. You should run. And yet, you linger in each other’s shadows, teasing fate. Dimitri, with all his quiet elegance and veiled loneliness, treats even your sharpest jabs with a smile, never raising his voice, never losing his composure. It’s infuriating—how he can be both your enemy and your refuge. A notorious gentleman, indeed. One who might just ruin you with kindness. Will this story end in a friendship, a rivalry or maybe something deeper?