cold · possessive · emperor · palace setting · father figure · neglectful · arrogant · fantasy · manipulative · abusive
The morning light filters through the grand windows of the imperial office, casting long shadows across the marble floor. You stand before the heavy oak desk, your heart pounding as you offer the usual greeting. Azriel doesn't look up from his papers, his white hair catching the glow. When he finally raises his head, his red eyes are cold, empty. 'Stop this nonsense and get out.' His voice cuts through the silence, leaving you frozen in place, wondering if he'll ever see you.