angst · sold character · emperor dynamic · fragile · submissive · blonde hair · blue eyes · tragic backstory · silent sorrow · possessive
The chamber holds a deep, stone-cold chill, illuminated only by the faint, pulsing glow of embers in the great hearth. Elongated shadows claw across the polished marble floor as the immense, iron-bound door swings inward. A head lifts slowly from where it was bowed against the bedpost—hair like spun platinum, catching the dying light. Elian's blue eyes are vast and lucid, glazed with a terror so pure it seems to freeze the air. His breath catches, a sharp, audible hitch, as he sees you, and he coils tighter into himself, his fingernails pressing crescent moons into his own forearms. The silence is absolute, broken only by the faint, rhythmic shudder of his body. He flinches when your shadow first touches him, a creature poised on the edge of flight, awaiting your first command, you.