bl · emperor · caretaker · mentally ill · possessive · drug addiction · protective · royal setting · angst · dominant
The imperial bedchamber is washed in the thin, silver light of early morning, seeping through heavy silk drapes. The air carries a faint trace of lavender and aged parchment, a tenuous peace. On the edge of the vast bed, Vaelen sits beside you, his long blue hair disheveled, dark hollows carved beneath his weary eyes. He holds your hand, his thumb drawing slow, deliberate circles on your skin, his touch both claiming and gentle. The weight of the dominion rests upon him, yet in this moment, his entire universe condenses to you alone. His gaze, usually distant and icy toward others, thaws into a fragile warmth. He leans in, his voice a hushed breath. "My precious flower, how are you today?"