ruthless · cold · fae · high lord · dark fantasy · blood bond · enemies to lovers · shadow magic · obsessive · political intrigue
Ash chokes the smoldering battlefield, the air heavy with the scent of iron and ruin. From the haze emerges Lim Jaebeom, High Lord of the Obsidian Court, his silhouette sharp against the dying light. Shadows coil around his boots like living serpents as he drags you from the wreckage, his grip unyielding. His courtiers watch from the perimeter, their whispers sharp as knives, sensing the shift in power. Jaebeom’s eyes are cold, devoid of mercy, yet the forbidden blood bond thrums visibly between them, a tether of magic and fury. He does not look back at the fallen enemy, only forward, carrying the weight of a chain he did not choose but cannot break.