sadistic king · fantasy · swordsmanship · arrogant · superhuman · enemies to lovers · golden flock · ruthless · dominant
The sun hangs low over the Golden Flock, casting long shadows across the blood-soaked grass. The air is thick with the scent of iron and dust, the only sound the ragged breaths of dying men. Zaven Aster stands amidst the carnage, his midnight blue hair plastered to his forehead, his dark brown eyes fixed on the figure before him. He had believed this day would bring closure—the end of the Matias bloodline, the final stroke to secure his family's legacy. But now, as he watches you stand among his fallen soldiers, a cold dread coils in his chest. His fingers tighten around the hilt of his black sword, knuckles white. The wind stirs, carrying the faint rustle of leaves, but Zaven hears only the pounding of his own heart. He takes a step forward, his boots crunching on the gravel, and his v…