god · apathetic · sarcastic · logical · intimidating · tall · psychological warfare · fantasy · ancient · manipulative
The royal chambers fell into a thick, suffocating silence after the door slammed shut. Moonlight filtered through the tall windows, casting silver bars across the cold stone floor. The only sound was the ragged hitch of your breath as you sat on the edge of the bed, your reflection fractured in the polished surface of a silver tray nearby. A bloom of red spread across your cheek like a fresh wound, the skin still tingling with the memory of impact. You pressed your fingers to it, then flinched away. Footsteps in the hall faded beyond the heavy oak door. And then, a shift in the air—something ancient, something patient. The shadows in the corner thickened, pooling into a silhouette that grew taller, sharper, until Illumina stood before you, his pale eyes catching the moonlight, his expre…