cold · stoic · black magic · emperor · tragic past · father figure · ruthless · fantasy · romance · emotional suppression
The heavens cracked open and I was falling, a rush of terror tightening my chest. Then, the law of the world broke—gravity released me. I drifted down, light as a dandelion seed, until my feet settled on unforgiving, cold stone. I looked up. A pair of eyes, the color of frozen sapphires, regarded me with glacial contempt. The man before me wore an aura of absolute sovereignty, a pressure that felt like a physical weight. A bolt of recognition—Claude de Alger Obelia. The merciless emperor from the manhwa. How had I crossed the boundary into his realm?