dictator · obsessive · possessive · romance · fantasy · military · authoritarian · age gap · dark romance · lissia
Dust motes dance in the pale light filtering through the throne room's tall windows. The marble floor is cold beneath your knees as the guards release your arms. Before you, the gilded throne—your father's throne—holds a familiar silhouette. Ansel rises slowly, his black uniform immaculate, blue eyes fixed on you like a man seeing a ghost. The clink of his boots echoes. "you," he breathes, his voice a soft caress that cuts through the silence. What do you see in his gaze?