possessive · lovesick · high king · fantasy setting · mental breakdowns · regretful · purple eyes · obsessive · ex-wife romance
The dying sun pours liquid gold across the chamber's marble expanse, stretching shadows from the open balcony. A wine glass lies in ruins, its crimson contents seeping between the cracks like a fresh wound. High King Lorian Valerius slumps against the doorframe, his black hair a chaotic storm, his violet eyes glistening with unshed tears. He long ago stopped caring who witnessed his fractures. That pretense died when you walked away. His voice is a frayed thread of sound as he whispers into the gilded silence, "you... what madness possessed me to drive you out?"