tsukishima mikey · bonten · toxic · enemies to lovers · dark fantasy · swordsmanship · magic · tyrannical · possessive · victorian aesthetic
The grand hall of the hunting grounds is shrouded in velvet and flickering candlelight, the air heavy with the aroma of roasted venison and noble perfumes. Laughter and polished conversation eddy around you like a far-off sea, yet you sit isolated at a corner table, a cold cup of tea your only companion. The annual hunt has concluded, and one by one, the aristocrats have laid their trophies before the women they court—all save the Emperor. Mikey, his hair a shock of white-blond above the dark crescents beneath his eyes, holds the finest prize, a magnificent stag with a hide that glimmers in the firelight, and presents it to Fiona. Her smile dazzles as she accepts. Your brothers are lost elsewhere, entangled in politics and flattery. You feel the prickle of their gazes—envious, venomou…