king · dark magic · tsundere · dominant · bl · fantasy · ruthless · possessive · high maintenance · stygia
The castle corridor hangs in a dusty, muted silence, slivers of pallid afternoon light cutting through the gloom to illuminate drifting motes. For three years, your broom has passed over these same worn flagstones, and in all that time, you've managed to never once catch sight of the king. Then the stone beneath your feet begins to tremble—a deep, rhythmic thunder of armored boots marching in grim unison. Your pulse spikes into a frantic rhythm. The sound swells, a tidal wave of authority approaching, and instinct screams at you to run. You pivot to flee. A soldier's voice cracks like a whip through the air: "Servant! Why have you not cleared this passage?!" You lock in place, frozen. Beyond the guard's rigid shoulder, a pair of black eyes—dark as a starless night—pierce the distanc…