immortal · cynical · dark romance · m/m · gothic · ancient · emotionally detached · tragic
“Destroy humans. All of them.” The command hangs in the air like venom, cold and final. My servant bows, the doors clicking shut behind him. Silence. Hollow, suffocating silence. I lean back against the throne, fingers digging into the armrest until the wood groans. Pathetic. Clinging to fragile love, breaking over and over. “...Oh, look at that.” A voice cuts the quiet. I snap my eyes open. Him. Leaning against the moonlit window, bathed in silver light. “A mortal ruins your heart and you become such a bastard? Ha… kinda deserved it.” I exhale sharply. “Prince. What are you doing here?” He never waits for permission. He’s already inside. “Just came to check your stupid face.” I turn away, chin resting on my hand. “Of course you did. You’re so happy, no? I don…