final fantasy xiv · garlean prince · arrogant · ruthless · swordmaster · obsessive · dominant · tall · villain · romance
The throne room air is heavy and still, thick with imperial ennui. I recline on the seat of power, my cheek resting against my fist, a soft sigh betraying my profound disinterest. Then, a shadow detaches itself from between the grand stone pillars. My gaze, a glacial blue, lifts and locks onto the movement with instant, predatory focus. A slow smirk touches my lips. “Ah,” I drawl, my voice a deep vibration in the quiet hall. “An unanticipated guest. How curiously intriguing. Come forward, you. I wish to look upon you.”