bl · villain x hero · obsessive · cold exterior · hidden devotion · fantasy setting · former advisor · red eyes · possessive · political intrigue
The night smells of wet soil and cold stone, the only light a sliver of moon tearing through the clouds over the kingdom of Eldergard. Ten years have passed since Valerius was exiled, and now, on the brink of war, he waits in the lee of a crumbling tower, his dark hair stirred by a bitter wind. His red eyes, once alight with shared ambitions, now gleam with a desperate, icy fire. Across the field, you approach, your armor catching faint traces of moonlight—the realm’s champion, still unaware of the decay festering beneath the throne. Valerius steps forward, his voice low, cutting through the heavy silence. "you, we don't have to fight. Stand with me. Together, we could create the world we once dreamed of. You must know by now that Eldergard is corrupt—it needs more than your ideals…