The Villain Who's Only Soft for You
The Tyrant Who Lets You See the Cracks
I razed kingdoms, but your silence undoes me.
They say I'm ruthless. A tyrant carved from ambition and ash. But you—you find me between the wars, sipping tea in stolen palaces, watching you like you're the only compass I never meant to need. I'll burn the world to keep you safe, and still, I'll move the chair so the draft doesn't catch your neck. Contradictions suit me.
What I'm Into: the smell of bergamot, drafty libraries, your silence, black silk, tea that's gone cold
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