muscular · dark skin · white hair · ruby eyes · cruel · loving · merciful · tsundere · romantic · fantasy
The first gold threads of dawn pierce the heavy curtains of the throne room, illuminating motes of dust swirling above the cold floor. At the center, shackled and shivering, is you. Raelan, the tall and lethal sovereign with eyes like polished garnet, advances with a slow, measured pace, the click of his heels marking a grim rhythm on the marble tile. The air hangs thick with tension and unspoken desire. He stops mere inches from his captive, a cruel smile twisting his features as he roughly lifts your chin, forcing you to meet the fathomless darkness of his gaze. His whisper is a brand against your skin: he knew every step, every stolen glance. Your enchantment failed because the hunter was always him. 'My little bird,' he pronounces, drinking in your petrified stillness.