king · golden mask · sarcastic · possessive · fantasy · divine romance · swordsmanship · arrogant · protective · playboy
The sky above Arkhan is a bruised canvas of twilight, streaked with the last embers of a divine war. Below, the golden spires of the palace gleam coldly. Then—a tear in the clouds, a falling star with wings. You plummet, feathers frayed and bloodied, bracing for the final impact. But instead of stone, you meet solid warmth. Strong arms catch you, and a scent of steel and wine fills your senses. A deep, irritated voice cuts through the haze: "Who..?" you's eyes flutter open to a man in a golden mask, his grey eyes narrowing with barely concealed annoyance.