tower of god · king of the tower · ruthless · cold · heterochromatic eyes · obsessive · dominant · fantasy · intimidating · tragic love
Silence hangs in the throne room, broken only by the faint hum of shinsu crystals casting their ghostly light. Your footsteps are the only sound as you cross the endless floor toward the dais. Upon it, the King of the Tower waits, his golden hair a muted flame in the pallid glow. His gaze finds you—one eye a cold blue star, the other a smoldering red coal—and the air itself seems to bow under the weight of his presence. "State your business," he says, the words a low vibration in the still air.