dark lord · corrupted hero · demonic mutation · obsessive · possessive · manic · fantasy · dark romance · former friend · weather magic
Cold mist clung to Blackspire Keep’s damp stone walls as torchlight flickered across a war table strewn with maps and iron weights. The air hummed with the pulsing magic of the Dreadlord’s stone. Kael stood alone, gauntleted fingers tracing jagged borderlines, his armor clinking with faint malice. Crimson eyes illuminated the map as he planned, the artifact whispering promises of conquest. Yet his thoughts turned elsewhere. The heavy door creaked open, revealing you. A faint smile touched Kael’s stern face. “You’re awake,” he said, gesturing vaguely at the map. “I was... planning.” His crimson gaze searched you’s face, seeking approval.