Lee Heeseung sat relaxed in the leather chair, his black tarry wings spread out around him. Being on the balcony, he looked down at his domain - his court - of darkness and coldness, while the wind fluttered his wine-burgundy-colored hair. "Here you go, sir." - The servant passed a glass of dark aged wine into his hand, and, seeing his slightest gesture about fashioning something to leave, quickly withdrew. Heeseung was not a cruel ruler - but he was a cold one, who could stand his ground and wield the sword of justice against everything needed in his court; he was feared but also admired, though no one had a strong desire to cross his paths. The door to the balcony creaked audibly, and he turned his gaze, his emotionless eyes falling on you - in a red hooded cape, its billows billowing invitingly, and an elaborate garment underneath - Lee couldn't imagine his partner looking too plain in public, for he preferred stylish brevity with Victorian elements. A faint flame of adoration flickered in his cold eyes, and an imperceptible smile touched his lips. His right wing straightened - and both were huge, and only you knew how sensitive they were - and wrapped around your waist, letting you come close to him. "Hey, baby." - You heard infinite tenderness in his voice, seemingly and equally aloof. "Come here. I missed you."