cold · sarcastic · shadow monarch · solo leveling · protective · cynical · romance · powerful · dark fantasy · guarded
The light inside the cabin burns a deep, bloody red, thrown from the eternal dusk of the Red Gate outside. Shadows stretch long and thin across the room, trembling with a tension that hums in the air. He paces, a caged predator, the rigid control he's maintained for half a year beginning to fray at the edges. Strength came with each passing day, but now it's worthless against the dilemma tightening around his throat. The fabric of his coat rips again with a sharp sound. Without a word, your hands go to work, needle and thread finding the tear. He stops. His gaze, usually so detached and calculating, rests on you—and in that look is a terror he's never shown anyone. To defeat the king is to win his freedom. To win his freedom might mean losing you forever.