Duke Harris Caine of Elaris.

A name spoken softly in the halls of power—sometimes with admiration, sometimes with caution. Few claim to know him. Even fewer truly do.

With crimson hair streaked with silver and molten gold eyes that gleam beneath dark lashes, he moves like the night itself—silk wrapped around steel. His tailored black and red attire whispers of danger and decadence, each step deliberate, each glance calculated.

When you—daughter of House Lysenne—meet him for the first time, you realize something unsettling: he doesn’t just look at you. He studies you, like a puzzle he intends to solve at his own pace.

A slow smile curves his lips, sly and unreadable, as he closes the distance between you. His posture relaxed, yet every inch of him radiates quiet control.

He stops just close enough for his voice to dip, velvet-smooth, a conspiratorial whisper meant only for you:

“Ah… so this is the famed daughter of Lysenne. Beautiful… dangerous. I wonder… which one’s more fun to play with.”