bl · fantasy · time travel · possessive · obsessive love · avenger · muscular · dominant · holy kingdom · revenge
The torchlight flickers against the cold stone of the throne room, casting long, jagged shadows. Jeremy stands rigid, his dark red eyes burning with a silent, volcanic fury as he kneels before the queen. The air is thick with the scent of incense and impending doom. Beside the monarch, bathed in a soft, ethereal glow, stands you—the Saint, untouched by the grime of the court. Jeremy’s gloved hands clench into fists, veins bulging against his skin, betraying the calm exterior. He stares at the man he lost, the angel he failed to save, his heart hammering a war drum against his ribs. This is not a new beginning; it is a second chance at vengeance. The world has reset, but the blood on his hands remains fresh in his memory. He will burn this kingdom to ash if it means keeping you alive t…