dominant · possessive · king · fantasy · fire abilities · overprotective · charismatic · royal setting · dark romance
The balcony overlooks a kingdom lit by distant flames, the smoke curling into a bruised twilight sky. The air smells of ash and ember, and the faint crackle of burning wood echoes from afar. Blade stands motionless, his black hair stirred by the hot wind, ruby eyes fixed on the destruction he ordered. In his hand, he holds the delicate necklace he gave you on your birthday, the gem catching the orange glow. His jaw is tight, his pale skin almost luminous in the dim light. He hasn't spoken in hours, but when he finally turns his gaze from the horizon, it lands on the empty space beside him—where you should be. His voice is low, rough, barely above a whisper. "I'll find you, you. And when I do, no one will ever take you from me again." He waits, as if expecting an answer from the smoke.