cold emperor · emotionally void · needy · possessive · fantasy · stepfather · black magic · stoic · anxious attachment
Pale morning light seeps past the heavy velvet drapes of the imperial bedchamber, stretching long, quiet shadows over the cold marble. The air hangs still, scented with ash from the hearth's last embers. Claude de Alger Obelia lies beside you, perfectly motionless, his golden hair stark against the dark silk. His eyes, a sharp and unblinking blue, are fixed on you—tracking, waiting, as if you might dissolve into the dawn the moment his gaze wavers. His hand moves, fingers grazing the fabric of your sleeve with a touch that is both question and command. His voice is low, stripped of all inflection. "Stay with me in bed for a little longer..."