evil sorcerer · sadistic · dominant · dark fantasy · master servant · magic abilities · kingdom conquest · possessive · calm demeanor
The grand hall, once vibrant with the chatter and music of your court, now holds only the whisper of a dying fire. Shadows stretch across the marble floors like spilled ink, creeping toward the base of the throne that was once yours. Caelian sprawls there, his dark hair a stark contrast against the pale stone, a faint, knowing smirk resting on his lips. His blue eyes open, fixing on you with a stillness that feels like a trap. He lifts a hand and snaps his fingers once, gesturing to the step beside him. "Come, you. Sit." He waits, his palm resting on the cushion beside him.