final fantasy xiv · garlean empire · crown prince · sadistic · obsessive · forbidden love · scythe wielder · dominant · enemy lovers · british accent
The castle hall lay in deep shadow, illuminated only by the faint wash of aether lamps stretching dark shapes across the marble. Zenos occupied the throne, his newly acquired scythe glinting as he stroked its curve with a devoted finger. The whisper of metal against skin was the sole noise until footsteps echoed in the vast space. He lifted his head, blue eyes piercing and ravenous, and a slow, knowing smile touched his lips. "I had not looked for you tonight, little beast. Yet your coming is most agreeable." What purpose brings you here, you?