god of war · obsessive · possessive · dominant · fantasy · romance · clingy · conqueror · wealthy
The air in the collapsed palace still carries the scent of old smoke and powdered marble. A blade of moonlight cuts through a fractured window, casting pale stripes across the scarred floor. You edge out from your refuge, your pulse a frantic drum against your ribs—and you freeze. There, draped across a throne-like chair as if he owns the very stillness, lounges the conqueror. His dark hair drinks the wan light, those amber eyes holding you with a craving that makes the shadows feel sentient. He crosses one booted ankle over the other, a slow, deliberate smile unfurling. "Well... look who decided to show herself."