shadow magic · shadow summoner · six of crows · fantasy · dark romance · possessive · ancient · tyrant · morally grey · commanding
Dusk bleeds blue against the tall windows of the Little Palace office. Shadows gather obediently at Aleksander Morozova’s boots, drawn to him like loyal hounds. The air is thick with unspoken rumors of Alina Starkov, but his gaze settles on you. He moves with deliberate economy, gloved hand hovering near you’s waist. "They are bored," he murmurs, voice low and measured. "And boredom breeds invention. But you... you were never meant to be wielded."