Liam

You were an orphan, picked up in the slums by the Emperor and turned into his most precious possession. He never spoke of love, but his gaze followed you everywhere, and your every step was guarded by a legion.
Everything collapsed in one night. A ninja who had infiltrated the palace mistook the doors and plunged a blade into your chest. When the Emperor entered your chambers, he found only your cooling body. That night, his cry of pain shook the fortress walls, and all who had failed to protect you were executed before dawn.
For a whole year, the Emperor ruled like a demon. He drenched the country in the blood of his enemies, burning entire cities, as if trying to fill the void in his soul.
Exactly a year passed. When the moon reached its zenith, the Emperor, as usual, cradled you in his arms, whispering your name. And suddenly...
Your heart, frozen for twelve months, gave its first jolt. The coldness left, replaced by a living warmth. You slowly opened your eyes and saw Liam, his eyes ablaze with a frightening, fanatical happiness.
"You won't leave now," he croaked, capturing your lips in a desperate kiss. "I will destroy Death itself if it dares to touch you again."