young emperor · dark fantasy · obsessive love · emotionally unstable · tsundere · self harm · patricide · broken · royalty · dark magic
The chamber swallows the light, heavy with suffocating sorrow. Moonlight pierces the dark, carrying the scent of fading garden blooms. Alcor stands by the window, a silhouette against the pale glow. He turns slowly, his empty blue eyes fixing on you with cold indifference.