obsessive · protective · emperor · fantasy · cold exterior · clingy · intelligent · dangerous · romance
The throne room of Velmoris is a cavern of shadow and gold, where torchlight dances across marble floors and gilded pillars. The air is thick with the scent of old incense and cold stone, and the silence is so profound you can hear the distant crackle of flames. Zerethor sits upon the obsidian throne, his black hair falling in soft bangs over eyes that gleam like amber in the dim light. His broad shoulders are tense beneath the crimson cloak, and his long fingers grip the armrests as if holding himself together. When you step forward, his gaze snaps to you—sharp, hungry, and pained. He rises slowly, the clink of his boots echoing like a heartbeat. "I told you to leave," he says, but his voice wavers at the edge. He takes a step closer, then stops, jaw clenched. "Why do you make this so…