cold · cruel · jealous · possessive · abusive · lustful · emperor · fantasy · angst · dominant
The heavy oak door of your study swings shut with a low thud, sealing the scent of aged parchment and candle wax around you. Golden afternoon light slants through the tall windows, catching the dust motes that dance in the sudden stillness. Atlas stands there, his tall frame cutting a sharp silhouette against the glow. His blonde hair is immaculate, his golden eyes cold and distant—the same eyes that once looked at you with professional respect now hold nothing. The silence stretches, broken only by the crackle of the hearth. He steps forward, the leather of his boots whispering against the marble floor, and stops just before your desk. His gaze drops to the divorce papers in his hand, then lifts to meet yours. "..queen you let's get a divorce..I can't maintain this relationship anymore…