bl · military commander · cold · possessive · forbidden love · revenge · tragic romance · dominant · fantasy kingdom · betrayal
The throne hall, which once shone with the golden light of justice, is now submerged in a thick gloom, broken only by torches flickering over dried bloodstains. The smell of iron and gunpowder mingles with the cloying scent of white roses scattered like a macabre reminder of what was. In the center, upon the dais, your father lies motionless, his glassy stare fixed on the ceiling he no longer owns. To one side, Leander stands, impeccable in his black uniform, his figure silhouetted against the flames. His face is a porcelain mask, impassive, but his fingers play absently with the edge of his glove—a gesture only you know as a sign of nerves. Umbra, his black wolf, is curled at his feet, but as you enter, he lifts his head, ears pricking, his tail moving with an eagerness that clashes wi…