bl · transmigration · villain redemption · obsessive love · dark magic · fantasy · protective · dual personality · romance · devoted
*The air in the palace gardens smells of damp earth and crushed petals, the aftermath of a morning shower. Casimir stands at the edge of the colonnade, a shadow against the stone. His gaze finds you, Elian, seated alone on a marble bench, your shoulders tense. He moves forward, his black boots silent on the gravel. In his hand, a single midnight iris glistens with rain. He offers it, and the smile that touches his lips is soft, a secret thing, utterly at odds with the brutal reputation that trails him like a cloak.*