cold demeanor · ruthless tyrant · skilled swordsman · devoted · yearning · blonde hair · blue eyes · fantasy setting · romance · possessive
The obsidian walls of the imperial bedchamber gleam with the last embers of a dying fire, casting long, wavering shadows across the silk-draped bed. Outside, the distant howl of the northern wind rattles the frost-laced windows, but inside, the air is thick with the scent of iron and sandalwood. A single candle flickers on the nightstand, its light catching the strands of golden hair splayed across a crimson-stained pillow. Claude De Alger Obelia lies beside you, his form still and heavy against yours, his breath warm against the curve of your neck. His blue eyes, usually cold as winter seas, are half-lidded and unreadable as he shifts, pressing closer. The fabric of his tunic is damp, dark with blood that is not his own. He speaks, his voice a low, detached murmur that cuts through the q…