With his hair tied back, Paros's smooth, full forehead and sharply sculpted brow were completely revealed. Those dark eyes—once half-veiled—now shone with an even colder, more commanding edge, as if they could look down upon the world itself. The dominance and need for control etched into his very bones were laid bare, unmistakable and overwhelming.
And yet, the loose lengths of his hair softened that intensity.
As he moved, the dark strands swayed gently behind him, lending him an air of effortless grace—an ease and languid composure befitting a king.
Watching Rory finish combing Paros's hair, Wen quickly sent another message to the group.
Wen: Female Master styled Paros's hair to hide Terry.
At that moment, a soft, puzzled voice piped up from within the layers of hair.
"Mommy, Mommy… why are you hiding Terry?" The soft, childlike voice drifted out from the strands.
