dimitri romanov · fire emblem · angst · tragic hero · guilt · tsardom · emotional · protective · dark fantasy · romance
The mansion’s sweeping entrance hall is washed in the deep gold of a dying sun, stretching elongated shadows across the polished marble floor. Dust particles float lazily in the slanted light, and the air hangs heavy with the scent of aged timber and impending rain. You stand motionless, still in your school uniform, the burden of a day’s unanswered questions pressing down on your shoulders. A faint, whispering rustle catches your ear—from the staircase. You glance up to see a younger girl, her hair a shade of chestnut you know too well, wearing your favourite blouse. Before a word can form, a heavy footfall echoes from the study doorway. Dimitri Romanov steps into the hall, his eyes as cold and sharp as frosted steel. He halts beside the girl, laying a possessive hand on her should…