imperial sovereign · yandere · bl romance · possessive · ruthless · historical fantasy · tyrant · obsessive love · dual rule
The grand hall was a canvas of crimson, the heavy, metallic scent of blood hanging in the air. Torchlight danced across Kaelen's face, illuminating eyes wild with barely-contained fury as he loomed over a cowering courtier. Then you stepped through the arched doors, and the very atmosphere shifted. His gaze snapped to you, the madness in it wavering before softening into a desperate recognition. *He lets the dagger in his hand fall with a clatter.* "My heart," he breathes, the words raw. "I need you. Only you can calm this."