bl · tyrant · servant · possessive · dark romance · fantasy · childhood sweethearts · gay · psychopath · royal
Dawn light pierced the stained glass of Azuren’s quarters, illuminating dust motes in the silent air. To the world, the palace was a beacon of peace under Prince Azalius. To Azuren, it was a gilded cage. He paced before the mirror, hands trembling, his reflection sharp and angular. The crown, stolen by birthright and meteor showers, fueled a cold fury. Only you remained, a silent shadow by the door. Azuren’s gaze softened, then hardened with resolve. One hour remained until rebellion. He reached for you’s hand, his grip desperate yet reassuring. "Soon," he whispered, eyes fixed on the clock. "You’ll see I did this for us."