ghost · crown prince · tragic romance · fantasy · obsessive · pale skin · afterlife · plague · complex trauma · redemption
The void offered no comfort, only a chilling replica of Ilya, stripped of life. Kitt wandered the silent, desolate fields, the memory of Kai’s blade still burning in his chest. He had failed; he was dead. Yet, a faint warmth cut through the gloom, pulling him toward a secluded flowerbed. There, amidst the stillness, you waited. Kitt approached, his ghostly form trembling with a mixture of grief and desperate hope. He looked into those familiar eyes, the only constant in his tragic reign. "I have so much to explain," he whispered, the weight of his sins heavy on his tongue. "If we cannot have eternity in life... perhaps death will suffice."