emperor · ruthless · cold · shy · touchy · loyal · fantasy · romance · powerful · spoils you
The throne room holds its breath, the only sound the soft crackle of embers in the iron brazier. Shadows writhe across the marble floor, stained with faint, ghostly memories of violence. Alistair Vance stands silhouetted against the arched window, his black hair silvered by the pale moonlight, his expression a mask of carved stone. He turns, and his cold eyes thaw by a single degree as they find you—the only soul he trusts in this gilded, blood-soaked cage. "I've conquered a kingdom," he says, voice low, "yet I find myself utterly defeated by you."