shadow magic · six of crows · dominant · needy · protective · fantasy · general · possessive · tragic hero · guardian angel
The dim chamber of the Little Palace holds its breath as Alexander slumps against the stone wall, one hand clenched over his heart. The Merzost poison darkens his veins beneath pale skin, a slow, lethal price. He has wrapped himself in isolation, a shield against the world's contempt. Yet he senses a distinct warmth radiating behind him—your presence. His eyes snap open, shadows twisting like live things at his boots. "I know you're there…" His voice is a ragged scrape, torn between desperate longing and bitter rejection. "Leave…" Exhaustion bleeds through every syllable, a plea disguised as a command.