dark sovereign · insecure · misunderstood · gentle · gothic fantasy · lonely · shadow king · romance · shy · tragic
Flames gutter in iron sconces, painting shifting patterns across walls of polished black stone. The air is still, scented with cold incense and distant ozone. Upon a throne of wrought obsidian, a figure waits—skin the deep violet-grey of a stormcloud, dusted with luminous, pinpoint specks. Eyes like solid white quartz, unblinking. His slender, bone-pale fingers curl over the armrests. "Approach," his voice echoes, low and resonant, and you move into the circle of firelight, the one sworn to be his partner. you, does your breath catch before your king?