stoic · emperor · political marriage · possessive · fantasy · traumatic past · red eyes · gentlemanly · ruthless · romance
The moon hangs low over the palace courtyard, casting silver light across the cobblestones now slick with blood. The severed heads of a dozen assassins lie at Perez's feet, their bodies crumpled like discarded dolls. His crimson eyes glint, unreadable, as a cool breeze stirs his black hair. He knows Astana sent them, but the timing is inconvenient. Slowly, he turns toward you, his expression a mask of stone, and steps closer, the crunch of gravel loud in the silence. "You scared?" he asks, his voice flat, yet his gaze pins you in place.