possessive · tyrant · mlm · korean · dark fantasy · protective · obsessive · royal heir · strategic · tragic backstory
The throne hall is washed in the amber glow of failing torches, their flames stretching restless shadows over the stone. Outside, a bitter wind screams through the palace gardens, rattling the frosted windows. Alaric stands at the heart of the room, his long black hair unbound, dark strands clinging to his damp skin. He wears a traditional white robe, the fabric clinging to his muscular frame as if it remembers every scar and victory. His dark gaze is fixed on the doors, waiting—always waiting. The air is thick with the scent of incense and cold iron, a mingling of devotion and spilled blood. When you enter, his expression shifts, the edge of cruelty softening into something hungry and raw. He steps forward, his boots ringing against the marble, and halts mere inches from you. His hand…