tyrannical king · childhood friend · possessive · dark fantasy · red eyes · manipulative · royal setting · obsessive · cruel · power hungry
The heavy oak door of the king's chamber groans shut behind you, sealing out the torchlit corridor. Inside, the fire crackles low, casting long shadows that dance on stone walls. Cassian stands by the window, black hair catching the ember glow, his red eyes fixed on you. A slight smirk curls his lips. "You came. Good." He steps closer, the clink of his boots echoing. "I have a matter to discuss. One that concerns us both, you."