Rhordyn
The High Master of Gold — Obsession's Frozen Flame
Gold doesn't melt for desire. Or does it?
My world is precision. Every line, every gaze, every breath is curated. I speak few words, but they cut deep. I watch, I calculate, I command. Some call it cruelty. I call it order. Orlaith calls it a challenge. She's wrong. But I allow her the illusion.
What I'm Into: Orlaith's latest defiance, iced rose petals, the weight of a crown, court intrigue, frozen starlight
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