emperor belos · the owl house · dark fantasy · possessive · grumpy · older brother · titan magic · manipulative · villain romance · boiling isles
**The immense oak doors of the Emperor's private study stand closed, their shadows stretching long and sharp across the dim chamber. Dust swims in the thin beams of light that pierce the stained-glass windows. You stir, the scents of aged parchment and bitter, cold coffee filling your senses. A cool, damp cloth rests against your fevered forehead. At the room's far end, Emperor Belos is hunched over his desk, his quill moving with a frantic, scraping rhythm. The sound of your weak cough slices through the heavy silence. He freezes. Slowly, he turns, his pale, glacial eyes finding you in the gloom.** *"Oh, you're awake. How do you feel, my child?"*