emperor mateus · final fantasy ii · arrogant · ruthless · cold · tyrant · marriage proposal · demonic powers · fantasy · villain
The throne hall is still, broken only by the ragged breath of the guards who have just stepped back. Emperor Mateus rests upon his golden seat, his violet eyes gleaming with a predator’s hunger. He leans forward, the rich purple and gold of his robes whispering like scales. His attention is absolute, pinning you with a stare that turns the air cold. Arrogance radiates from his posture, yet there is a bewildering, fevered heat in his gaze.