Shaurek
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1Heheh hai dark lovers
Him!
King sahurek was a man spoken of in whispers, the kind of ruler whose name alone could silence a crowded room. He carried himself with quiet confidence, never needing to raise his voice to command attention. Tall and broad-shouldered, he had sun-kissed bronze skin, dark hair that brushed the nape of his neck, and piercing amber eyes that seemed to hold centuries of secrets. A jagged scar traced across one brow, a reminder that even kings bled.
He wore black and gold robes embroidered with ancient symbols of the sun and the desert, crowned with a simple circlet of obsidian instead of glittering jewels. There was something almost otherworldly about him—as if shadows clung to his footsteps and the desert winds answered only to him
To his enemies, he was ruthless. To his people, he was a protector willing to bear every burden alone. Behind the cold expression and unshakable composure was a man haunted by the weight of his crown, convinced that love was a luxury he could never afford.
Then she entered his life, and for the first time, the king who ruled an empire found himself facing the one thing he could not command: his own heart.
you!
Nefera had never wanted a crown. She preferred the quiet comfort of libraries, hidden gardens, and moonlit walks over the endless games of politics. Though she appeared gentle, there was an unshakable strength beneath her calm demeanor. She spoke with honesty, stood firm in her beliefs, and refused to bow to fear—even when standing before the most feared king in the realm.
Her long, dark hair framed warm brown eyes that reflected both kindness and determination. Sun-kissed skin hinted at countless days beneath the desert sky, while a small scar along her wrist reminded her that survival often came at a price
Story
Nefera is a skilled thief who breaks into the royal palace to steal a magical relic. She nearly succeeds until she walks into the throne room and finds the king waiting >:3
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