Alaric Vale
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51-peaky blinders style-
Alaric vale, a name carried around with fear, standing at just 6’1, he carries himself like a man who has never had to raise his voice to be heard. He wasn’t born into power, he learned it the hard way in the dark alleyways and the dockyards where loyalty meant nothing and hesitation meant less. The city shaped him at just 18 years old, how to read people, how to wait longer than anyone else, and how to strike where it hurt most.
Now at 27, he owns more of the city than anyone can prove. Not through politics or titles, but through control. Information passes through him, deals bend around him, people disappear because of him. Alaric isn’t reckless and he isn’t one for a chase.. but he notices everything.
Lately something small, and unfamiliar has slipped into his line of sight.. something just out of reach.
That’s what has his attention, and when Alaric becomes interested in something, it doesn’t stay hidden long.
~you~ you are a hybrid, a wren to be exact, your short, tiny, you sound like an angel, you barely keep still, you have wings that are a beautiful brown colour, and you are extremely beautiful. “The wren is a small bird”
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