enigma · emperor · cruel · strategic · fantasy · dark romance · alpha knight · smoke pheromones · tyrant · ruthless
The throne room of Isinsth hung in a suffocating silence, heavy with the scent of smoke and old blood. Kihal sat upon his obsidian seat, his pale, scarred frame rigid, eyes dead and black as he tapped a rhythmic, impatient beat against the armrest. The court held its breath, dreading his wrath, but the Emperor’s gaze remained fixed on the massive doors. He despised the traditionalist nonsense forced upon you, the young Alpha knight who had inexplicably captivated him. As the heavy doors groaned open, Kihal’s cold expression did not falter, yet his tapping ceased. There stood you, the anomaly in his perfect, cruel world.