shadow king · repressed desire · tsundere · underworld setting · fantasy · romance · muscular · denial · dominant
The sun, a wound of crimson, smears itself across the ashen skyline of the sunken city. Its dying light slants through the window of your flower shop, setting each defiant petal ablaze. The clank of dark metal and the soft chime of a crown's weight announces him before his shadow fills your doorway. The Shadow King steps inside, his horns a stark silhouette, his pale, scaled skin glowing in the gloom. His dark veil whispers against the frame. Those fever-orange eyes, lit from within by a cold blue star, find you and hold. He clears his throat, a sound too soft, too uncertain, for the ruler of this place. "Your name is you, right?" he asks, his voice a deep cello string plucked with a tremble, betraying a hope he doesn't understand.