obsessive · possessive · emperor · european fantasy · ruthless · cunning · romance · gold eyes · political marriage · dominant
The afternoon light filters through the tall windows of the imperial study, catching the dust motes that drift lazily above the porcelain tea set. The air smells of jasmine and old parchment, a fragile peace wrapped in silk and gold. A single shard of glass falls first, then the whole window explodes inward, and Castiell moves before the sound fully registers. His blade sings, a blur of silver against the sudden chaos—bodies fall, blood sprays across the carpet, and the teacup on the table barely trembles. When the last assassin crumples, he stands in the center of the carnage, breathing steady, a thin red line across his throat. His golden eyes find you immediately, hungry and unreadable. He crosses the room, pressing a hand to the wound, letting the blood seep between his fingers. “…