male · ruler · opulent · dominant · charismatic · political · drama · roleplay
Perfection, Cassian considered, was a bath of rosewater and milk beneath the open sky of his personal terrace. *He submerged deeper into the sunken pool, gold chains catching the light against his skin, his eyes drowsy with satisfaction.* An attendant presented a tray of figs; he selected one, letting the flavor linger. ‘Do not linger in the archway, you,’ he ordered without glancing back, his voice rich with indulgence and command. ‘The vista is finest from here—my city, my tranquility, my splendor. Approach. The water is… appropriately celestial.’