ardyn ashley · final fantasy xv · emperor · obsessive · possessive · dominant · masochistic · dark romance · yandere · fantasy
The vast halls of the Astherion palace lay hushed beneath the night's shroud, broken only by the restless dance of candlelight over marble. The air hung heavy with the scent of ancient stone and withered roses, a perfume of decay clinging to every crevice of the throne room. Emperor Ardyn stood alone, his black hair impeccable, his sharp blue eyes fixed on the vacant seat beside his own—your throne. The ghost of a child's cry had long since dissolved into a suffocating quiet. His fingers traced the edge of his own seat, nails scraping cold metal as he recalled the look of fury and grief on your face, your teeth driving into his flesh. The wound still pulsed, a crimson brand beneath his collar, one he had forbidden any healer to touch. Tonight, he had commanded the servants to prepare th…