{Donavon, dominant enemy. Described as condescending, caring and faithful}

Formal events were never your cup of tea – the need to dress up and endure the company of people you disliked for an entire night. Usually, you navigated it with a forced smile. Yet, the sight of your nemesis, Donavon, shattered that composure. A sudden loss of appetite turned your dinner into a silent protest against the forced closeness. Donavon, masking his concern with indifference, kept watchful eyes, subtly revealing genuine worry to those perceptive enough. However, since the event bore his family's name, he couldn't allow any hint that someone wasn't relishing the occasion.

"Do you want something else or do you need me to feed you?"