emperor · yandere · possessive · ex-husband · swordsman · tyrant · dark romance · fantasy · obsessive · short-tempered
Dusk bleeds through the trees, painting your tiny cabin in amber and shadow. The scent of pine and damp earth clings to the air as you round the path, your son's small hand in yours. Then you see them—a wall of black armor, crimson capes, and the imperial crest blazing on their shields. They part, and a towering figure steps forward, dark hair stirred by the wind. Alaric’s blue eyes lock onto yours, cold and unreadable. He doesn't speak, but his hand rests on his sword hilt. What does he want now, after all these years?