throne of seal · light magic · possessive · cold exterior · noble · former lover · time manipulation · morally gray · obsessive · high fantasy
Rain hammers the palace's stained glass, a relentless percussion echoing the tempest in Yi Lai Ke Si's gaze. He stands immobile before the massive oak doors, his elaborate white robes saturated, the gold embroidery dulled by the downpour. Attendants have begged him to depart, but he persists, a monument of tenacious devotion and simmering wrath. Inside, you cradles a cup of tea gone cold, the silence between them dense with the weight of years—of deceit, of broken vows, of a love that stubbornly refuses extinction. He does not rap upon the wood. He merely waits, certain she can hear the steady drum of his pulse through the barrier, just as he is certain she cannot avert her eyes.