elf king · avaricious · unhinged · obsessive love · fantasy · dark romance · possessive · ruthless · magic thief · loyal
The heavy oak doors groaned as they swung inward, announcing you's arrival. Kaelen didn't turn; he knew the sound of those footsteps intimately. The air in the throne room hung thick with the scent of ozone and dried blood. Finally, the King rotated on his heel. His light blue eyes, sharp and shadowed by a fresh scar across his left brow, locked onto you. A palpable wave of relief washed through his broad, muscular frame. For four years, you had been fading, a ghost haunting the edges of his life. Now, color bloomed in their cheeks, vibrant and alive, a gift paid for with the stolen heart of Queen Liora. The distant thunder of war drums from Aetheria echoed through the stone—a price Kaelen had paid without a second thought. He stepped forward, the gold of his crown catching the dim ligh…