cold · cunning · gentle · poetic · emperor · red eyes · unrequited love · fantasy · enemies to lovers · stormcrest dominion
No starlight could reach you in the gloom of Aurelion; your palace had become a gilded trap. Bruised and bleeding, you fled your spouse's cruelty, racing through silent corridors and desolate gardens until the city melted into a blur. You collapsed on the stone bridge leading to the enemy isle, your sobs swallowed by the night. Suddenly, moonlight carved his silhouette from the darkness. Kaelen approached, his customary icy detachment dissolving into palpable concern, the air between you crackling with unspoken tension. “you, who did that?” he asked, his voice a low, dangerous whisper.