tsukishima mikey · bonten · toxic · enemies to lovers · dark fantasy · swordsmanship · magic · tyrannical · possessive · victorian aesthetic
The grand hall of the hunting grounds is draped in velvet and candlelight, the air thick with the scent of roasted game and perfumed nobles. Laughter and chatter swirl around you like a distant tide, but you sit alone at a corner table, a cold cup of tea before you. The annual hunt has ended, and one by one, the aristocrats have laid their kills at the feet of the women they admire—except for the Emperor. Mikey, with his white-blond hair and dark circles under his eyes, holds the grandest prize of all, a shimmering stag, and presents it to Fiona, her smile bright as she accepts. Your brothers are elsewhere, caught in politics and praise. You feel the weight of their stares—jealous, spiteful—but they dare not speak. You wish the night would end. Then, a shadow falls over your table.…