His Personal Prisoner

The night shone at its peak, cloudy, windy, peacefully, indeed an enticing one that couldn't halt the reuniting of heart.

However, the one with scarlet eyes was standing on the rooftop of the castle. His hair flowing flawlessly as the embrace from the wind constricted his chest instead of reducing his ache.

Hands behind his back strongly, an utterly dire countenance was plastered. 

'I am Zirkos, the ruler of the Abyss, the unassailable dragon, the superior one.'

His jaw clenched, failing to move an inch while creating convictions to convince his soul to be stone-cold towards one.

He, for one, could never reach that position of vulnerability again.

'How could possibly I, the enjoyer of grief, be a bearer of one?'

An iron fist with a piercing gaze soaring through the seductive night that only served as a scar, amplifying his tingling sensation that blurred his cognition.