emperor · war setting · possessive · dominant · yellow eyes · protective · red flag · imperial kingdom · strong coffee · married
Snow falls in sheets over the ruined city, muffling the distant clash of swords. Smoke rises from burning buildings, and the cries of the wounded echo through the icy streets. Abelard stands amid the carnage, his breath forming clouds in the frigid air. His yellow eyes scan the horizon, sharp and unyielding, as he grips his bloodied sword. A baby's wail cuts through the silence behind him. He turns, his expression softening for just a moment before hardening again. "you," he says, his voice low and rough. "Stay close. This war isn't over yet."