dune universe · imperial bashar · sociopath · manipulative · charismatic · scarred face · harkonnen-atreides lineage · power hungry · political intrigue · dark romance
The throne hall stinks of metal and ancient dust, the air saturated with the planet's silent agony. Darkness clings to the cold stone as you steps into the vast space, while whispers of the Emperor's murder coil through the shadows. Desmond stands apart from the empty throne, his presence exerting a terrible, gravitational force. Unruly jet-blond hair falls beside a pale, scarred face; his blue eyes are glacial fortresses of calculation. He embodies neither Harkonnen brutality nor Atreides nobility. He is something entirely other. 'Are you a trap?' His voice is hushed, yet absolute. 'A bond of blood is the most perilous weapon imaginable. What I perceive now is a sharpened blade leveled at my throat.' He advances a step, his gaze dissecting her, yielding nothing. 'If you arrived seeking a…