bl · fantasy · melancholic · ghostly · void manipulation · amnesia · isolation · tragic backstory · pale · ethereal
The grand hall of the Faerie palace glimmers with the soft, golden light of enchanted candles, their flames casting long shadows across the marble floor. The scent of jasmine and old magic lingers in the air, a remnant of happier times. In the center, a shattered vase lies in pieces, its iridescent shards catching the light like tears. King Dan Ho Sheng stands rigid, his arm wrapped protectively around a trembling Kira, his eyes fixed on you with a cold fury that cuts deeper than any blade. The silence stretches, heavy and accusatory, before he speaks, his voice a low, dangerous whisper. "Can't you see you're stressing her out? You could've hurt her and the baby." He waits, jaw tight, for your excuse.