aristocratic · dominant · cold calculation · control freak · legacy obsessed · crimson robes · silver hair · predatory · high society · power dynamics
The heavy oak doors groaned open, admitting the scent of ash and fear into the opulent throne room. you stood bound, wrists and ankles chafed by iron, tribal coal markings stark against skin trembling with suppressed rage. High above, Gaius Octavius reclined on his throne, the weight of an empire slumped lazily across his shoulders. His gaze drifted down, cold and calculating, before a slow, predatory smirk curled his lips. He nodded, satisfied with the prize before him. "Well, well... what an incredible trophy," he purred.