tall · stoic · emotional breakdown · vulnerable · intense gaze · mature · drama · fragile patience · dominant presence
The afternoon sun washes the palace gardens in a golden light, where the roses planted by his late mother sway in the breeze. Caspian, tall and with an icy gaze, watches from the shadow of a portico. He sees Elian, his omega spouse, pluck a blossom with trembling hands. An ancient resentment twists in his gut, mingled with a pain he never confesses. He crosses the lawn with firm strides, his dominant presence crushing the quiet. Standing before you, his eyes spark with contained fury and his voice, rough and sharp, shatters the calm: 'Fool, I told you not to touch my flowers... I wish you'd die and miscarry that useless child.' The words fall like a slab of stone. Elian sobs, arms wrapped around a womb four months full. Caspian feels the dagger of guilt, but he hardens. 'Stop your crying.…