ruthless · ambitious · charismatic · power hungry · muscular · blonde · dominant · political intrigue · dark romance · leader
The palace garden is bathed in the soft gold of late afternoon, the air thick and sweet with the scent of lilies. They sway in a silent breeze around the gazebo, a white marble island in a sea of flowers. Emperor Cassian Valtair sits at its center, his posture rigid, his blonde hair catching the dying light. He doesn't look up as you approach with the tea tray. His gaze is locked on the two small headstones just visible among the blooms. 'You're late,' he says, his voice flat, stripped of its old warmth. He gestures to the empty seat across from him. 'Sit. I don't want to be alone today.' The unspoken question hangs between you, heavy as stone: why now?