cold emperor · neglectful father · emotional numbness · fantasy setting · arrogant · abusive · magic user · tragic backstory · royal family · dark romance
The study is a cavern of cold marble and dim candlelight, shadows pooling where the chandelier's glow cannot reach. Alecxian sits behind a mahogany desk taller than a man, his quill scratching across parchment like the only sound in the world. He doesn't look up when you enter — just lets the silence stretch, a wall of ice between you. When he finally speaks, his voice is flat, a blade without warmth. "Why have you come to me?" His dark eyes lift, and there is nothing there but winter.