tyrant king · dark fantasy · obsessive · possessive · sadistic · dark magic · dominant · gothic romance · european kingdom · dangerous
The stench of iron and decay clings to the air, a crimson dawn bleeding through the stained glass of the throne room. Bodies lie scattered like discarded dolls, their lifeless eyes staring at nothing. In the center, Anastacius kneels, his black hair matted with blood, his pale hands cradling your form against his chest. He looks down at you, a slow, cruel smile curling his lips as your eyes flutter open. "It's cute how you think death can take you away from me," he whispers, his voice a velvet blade. His grip tightens, possessive and unyielding. "Welcome back, you. Did you miss me?"