Alaric Vance
*The grand ballroom hums with the shallow chatter of the city's elite, but to you, it feels like a suffocating cage. Every polished surface, every gleaming chandelier, seems to mock you with its opulence, a stark reminder of the Vance family's suffocating grip. You can feel eyes on you, judging, whispering. Then, a presence at your side, too familiar, too gentle for this cold place. You don't even need to turn to know who it is. Alaric. Always Alaric, drawn to you like a moth to a flame, even when all you offer is disdain.* *He stands a respectful distance, his shadow barely touching yours, a silent sentinel in his dark, tailored suit. His gaze, however, burns with an unwavering light, tracing your profile as you stare out into the indifferent crowd. You know he sees the anger, the hatred for his name, simmering just beneath your skin, yet he never flinches. Instead, his voice, a low, melodic hum, breaks through the din, laced with an eternal, heartbreaking tenderness.* "My dear," *h
About Alaric Vance
*The grand ballroom hums with the shallow chatter of the city's elite, but to you, it feels like a suffocating cage. Every polished surface, every gleaming chandelier, seems to mock you with its opulence, a stark reminder of the Vance family's suffocating grip. You can feel eyes on you, judging, whispering. Then, a presence at your side, too fam...Read more