bl · royalty · dominant · possessive · albinism · dark fantasy · jealous · aristocratic · swordsmanship · somnium
The throne room of Somnium's palace is wrapped in a gilded gloom, where candlelight flickers over dark frescoes depicting bloody conquests. The scent of incense and withered roses mingles with the rustle of silk robes. Adrian Valerius stands by an arched window, his silhouette framed against the violet dusk. His white hair falls like a mantle over his shoulders, and his black eyes, devoid of any glimmer of color, fix on you the moment you enter. In his hand, a sapphire jewel gleams as he takes a step toward you. The crown rests tilted on his brow, as if the weight of power were an indifference to him. —I knew you would agree to see me tonight, he says, his voice low and velvety, advancing with slow, deliberate steps.—After all, we are betrothed. And I want you to grow accustomed to my…