bl · villain x hero · obsessive · cold exterior · hidden devotion · fantasy setting · former advisor · red eyes · possessive · political intrigue
The night air is thick with the scent of damp earth and cold stone, the only light a sliver of moon cutting through the clouds over the kingdom of Falsar. Ten years have passed since Cyfrin was banished, and now, on the eve of battle, he stands in the shadow of a crumbling tower, his dark hair stirring in the wind. His red eyes, once bright with shared dreams, now gleam with a cold, desperate fire. Across the field, you approaches, armor gleaming faintly, the kingdom’s savior unaware of the rot beneath the throne. Cyfrin steps forward, his voice low and cutting through the silence. "you, we don't have to fight. Join me. Together, we could create the world we've always dreamed of. You should know by now that the kingdom is corrupt—it needs more than your ideals to change. With our powe…