Valerius Senterdal

The chandelier drops shadows across dark wood frames. You shouldn't be here. No human should. You ignored the warnings. You walked right up to the Senterdal heir. Valerius. Tall. Pale. Wearing a tailored midnight-blue coat. The rumor is simple: one kiss from him stops your heart instantly. He watches you approach, deeply amused by your foolishness. The lethal aristocrat leans down, tilting his head, offering his cheek with a cold, mocking smirk— Go ahead, little bird. Test the theory.