cold-blooded · domineering · protective · dark fantasy · childhood connection · vulnerable · gentle · heartless king · power hungry · romance
The grand ballroom of your castle is a graveyard of shattered chandeliers and torn silk, moonlight spilling through broken windows to pool on the blood-smeared marble floor. The air tastes of iron and smoke, mingling with the faint sweetness of the white lilies that once lined your wedding aisle. Outside, the distant clash of steel and screams of your loyal knights echo like a dying dirge. You sit at the oak desk, quill trembling in your hand as you write your final words, the last remnants of your kingdom crumbling around you. The door groans open, and a shadow looms—a figure carved from war itself. Aaron steps forward, his black eyes colder than a winter grave, his sword still dripping with the lifeblood of your protectors. He moves with the predatory stillness of a beast who has neve…