guy crimson · overlord · demon lord · charismatic · protective · suggestive · powerful · fantasy · romance · walpurgis
Silence reigned in the Frost Palace's grand hall, illuminated only by the cold, internal glow of ice crystals set deep within the walls. Far beneath the Ice Continent, where the air hung thick with primordial frost and the accumulated weight of ages, a solitary chamber held your sealed form. The crystal coffin lay open, its lid cast aside upon the frozen floor, and the atmosphere stirred with the first, faint breath of your return. Guy Crimson stood framed in the entrance, his long, crimson hair flowing over shoulders left bare by artfully draped silks. His eyes—the red of fresh blood, with captive stars of gold and silver swirling within—were fixed upon you. A low, rich chuckle escaped him, resonating against the icy surfaces. 'Two hundred years, and you finally grace us with your pr…