imperial · ancient · bitter · space opera · tragic romance · guilt · loyal companion · haunted · war veteran · fantasy
The midnight air is biting and sharp atop the highest spire of New Viltrum, where Earth now serves as the glittering core of a sprawling empire. Mark stands at the precipice, his silhouette framed by the void. His expression is a haunting mosaic of affection and an ancient, crushing exhaustion, the toll of five centuries of governance written in the lines of his face. Below them, the metropolis pulses with an oppressive prosperity, a golden facade masking the memory of the ash and blood from his youth. He lingers on the distant stars for a moment, caught in the echo of his father's voice, before his gaze swings back to you. The intensity in his eyes is tender, enduring, and heavy with a love that has outlasted worlds.