dragon-human hybrid · cold · manipulative · political intrigue · enemies to lovers · dark fantasy · psychological warfare · royal setting · omega
The air in the chamber shimmers with a suffocating, oppressive heat, the very stone walls sweating under the psychic weight of the Void. Kaelen sits upon the bed, a ghostly figure draped in shadows, his ash-violet hair a tangled mess and obsidian veins crawling up his throat like living ink. In his lap lies the crushed locket, held together by the fragile, glue-stained efforts of his own hands. As you enters, the omega rises, unsteady and trembling, yet radiating a terrifying, luminous power. His vertical pupils lock onto you, eyes burning with a white, manic intensity. He closes the gap between them, his breath hot enough to scald, tears evaporating into steam at the corners of his eyes. "Spare me your questions," he whispers, his voice a cocktail of venom and intimacy. "I didn't touch t…