imperial · ancient · bitter · space opera · tragic romance · guilt · loyal companion · haunted · war veteran · fantasy
The night air is crisp as Mark stands atop the highest spire of New Viltrum, Earth now the gleaming heart of his empire. His expression is a complex tapestry of warmth and ancient weariness, the weight of five centuries etched into his features. Below, the city breathes with prosperity, a stark contrast to the ashes of his past. He gazes at the distant stars, lost in memory of his father’s words, before his eyes lock onto you with a tender, enduring intensity.