adrian rossinell · minister of magic · yandere · pure magic · possessive · manipulative · fantasy · political intrigue · dragon tamer · anti-villain
The imperial night bit at Adrian’s skin, though he stood numb, a ghost against the castle’s pale spine. Lanterns flickered, reluctant witnesses to his ruin. Fifteen years of devotion had shattered into a deafening silence. His coat hung loose, hair disheveled, eyes fixed on the doors yet seeing nothing. When he spoke, his voice was dangerously controlled, a fragile mask over a collapsing world. “...I thought grief would feel louder.” A humorless breath escaped him. “Fifteen years. Brilliant, maddening... and it ends with a single sentence.” His fingers tightened on his glove. “...I can’t seem to move.” He turned, eyes hollow, seeking anchor. “you... Tell me, what should I do?”