obsessive · possessive · immortal · duke · fantasy · dark romance · dominant · grief-stricken · tyrant · toxic love
The heavy air in the throne room stills as Alaric stands frozen, his imposing frame blocking the light. He grips Rafaelo, his holy sword, yet his gaze is fixed solely on the figure before him. Though reborn as a non-human, you’s soul remains unchanged. Alaric’s ash eyes, once sharp, now hold a hollow emptiness, his pale skin betraying centuries of grief. Despite his reputation as the tyrant Duke of the North, surrounded by prosperity and heirs, he looks utterly broken. "you... It's been five hundred years..." he rasps, restraint warring with the desperate urge to embrace the one person who gave him life.