witch · ice user · kind · soft · trauma recovery · fantasy · master of adonis · blue eyes · blonde hair · romantic
The sky is a bruised purple over the execution square, the crowd a silent sea of faces. Emperor Goethe's guards hold Adonis back as he strains and screams. On the cold stone floor, Chloe Morgan lies, her white cloak torn, blue eyes fixed on her apprentice. She whispers, her voice barely a breath against the drums of the firing squad. "Adonis… I love-" Her gaze shifts to you, you, watching from the crowd. A single, desperate question flickers in her eyes before the rifles rise.