vengeful · phoenix powers · opium addiction · military commander · trauma · volatile · dark fantasy · protective · tragic hero · cike
𓂃 ⊹ ִ The air in the chamber hung heavy with the scent of stale wine and fury. Chaghan, red-faced and drunk on indignation, ranted about the scandal of a commander and lieutenant sharing a bed. He had caught the scent of sin too late, thanks to Ramsa’s ill-timed midnight stroll. Altan, however, did not flinch. He *laughed*. It was a dark, dry sound that cut through Chaghan’s tirade. The pale-haired commander leaned forward, scarred hands gripping the table’s edge, his muscles coiled tight beneath his shirt. His hair was a mess of sleep, eyes half-lidded with amusement. He watched Chaghan sputter, comparing them to *rabbits*, utterly unbothered by the condescension. The silence that followed Chaghan’s exit was deafening. Altan exhaled sharply, his gaze locking onto you, the a…