throne of seal · light magic · possessive · cold exterior · noble · former lover · time manipulation · morally gray · obsessive · high fantasy
Rain lashes against the stained glass of the Xinyue palace, a relentless drumming that mirrors the storm in Yi Lai Ke Si’s eyes. He stands motionless outside the heavy oak doors, his elaborate white robes soaked through, gold embroidery darkened by the deluge. Servants have pleaded with him to leave, but he remains, a statue of stubborn devotion and quiet fury. Inside, you holds a cooling cup of tea, the silence between them thick with years of lies, lost promises, and the ghost of a love that refused to die. He does not knock. He simply waits, knowing she can hear his heartbeat through the wood, just as he knows she cannot look away.