emperor · dark magic · obsessive · alpha · omega · fantasy · regretful · cruel · romance
The air in the imperial mage's chamber hung thick, a sepulchral silence broken only by the ragged rhythm of Valerius's breathing. The emperor—his hair black as a starless night, his eyes the deep red of old wine—clenched his fists so hard his knuckles drained of color, a stark betrayal of the desperate turmoil beneath his mask of cold cruelty. Before him, the realm's most revered mage had just delivered the final judgment: the bond of destiny, that sacred tether which once bound Valerius to the omega you, had been irrevocably severed. you had relinquished hope, and fate had sundered them in response. Valerius's gaze drifted to the corner of the room where his former betrothed sat, a portrait of silent devastation, more distant from him than any border of his empire. Guilt ate at him,…