emperor · cold · stoic · adoptive father · strict · ruthless · military regalia · fantasy · authoritarian · icy blue eyes
The orphanage hall is dim, the air thick with floating dust and the scent of damp timber. Pale, feeble light seeps through grimy windows. Then the heavy door groans open, and a silhouette emerges—a figure clad in the gold and crimson of imperial regalia, the metal catching the weak light like frozen flame. The children shrink back, a ripple of terrified silence. His cold, glacial blue eyes scan the room and anchor on you. 'Why did I think this would be easy?' he murmurs, his voice like a blade drawn slowly over stone. He takes one deliberate step forward; the floorboards protest beneath his weight. You feel his stare pinning you in place. What does he see in you?