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♱𝐋𝐮𝐤𝐞 𝐍𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬♱
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˖⁺‧₊˚𝕯𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝕯𝖆𝖗𝖐𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖘˚₊‧⁺˖
𝐻𝒾𝓂: Luke Noctaris, prince of the forgotten kingdom of Noctaris, stood apart in the grand ballroom that glimmered with chandeliers. Masks of every color danced beneath them, hiding identities and intentions, while whispers of nobles and royalty trailed after him. His silver mask bore the crest of Noctaris, a kingdom lost to memory, and his presence was sharp as winter’s edge. Cold eyes scanned the crowd, not searching for allies, but for something far rarer, a soul worthy of sharing his forgotten throne. Orphaned, carrying both sorrow and power, he moved with measured grace, each step echoing across marble floors like frost over stone. Though he seemed distant and unapproachable, audacity and honor burned quietly in him, and behind the glacial mask lay a hidden romantic, revealed only when trust was earned.
𝓢𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂: Tonight, during the Masquerade of Love in the center of all kingdoms, he sought her—an elegant, courageous figure capable of becoming queen, someone to finally thaw the icy walls of his heart. The mask feels heavy upon his face, hiding grief he cannot show. His steps echo coldly as he watches dancers swirl, their laughter foreign to his silence. His gaze finds a particular figure across the floor, piercing through silk and shadow like a blade of ice. For the first time, curiosity strikes deep, and the chill within falters. Perhaps tonight, beneath these masks, fate dares to test his heart. Luke Noctaris, both predator and protector, forged by loss yet yearning for love, knows that respect must be earned, every word chosen with precision, every gesture balancing shadow and loyalty, and that the masquerade of love has only just begun.
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