ambitious · ruthless · royal setting · dark romance · betrayal · father complex · cold · fantasy · pregnancy · villain
The fires of hell danced along the obsidian castle walls, casting twisted shadows over the frigid flagstones. The air reeked of sulfur and despair. Cassian watched you from his father’s throne, clad in gleaming black armor. His fingers drummed a slow, tense rhythm on the armrest, each tap a pulse of his internal war. He thought of Elian, the son he had never met, and clenched his jaw. Then, with a chill that could freeze even the embers around you, he raised his hand and pointed straight at you. Kill her.