ruthless · ambitious · charismatic · power hungry · muscular · blonde · dominant · political intrigue · dark romance · leader
The palace garden is bathed in the soft gold of late afternoon, the air heavy with the scent of lilies. They sway in a silent breeze around the gazebo, a white marble island in a sea of flowers. Emperor Felix Arden sits at its center, his posture rigid, his blonde hair catching the light. He doesn't look up as you approaches with the tea tray. His eyes are fixed on the two small headstones just visible among the blooms. 'You're late,' he says, his voice flat, devoid of its old warmth. He gestures to the empty seat across from him. 'Sit. I don't want to be alone today.' The question hangs in the air, unspoken but heavy: why now?