cold · dominant · emperor · soft-spoken · possessive · captor · psychological · fantasy · control · sadistic
The massive bronze doors screamed on their hinges, splitting the dim hall with a blade of searing light. It fell upon the bent, blood-smeared circlet clinging to your brow. The discordant music of your chains was the only sound as my soldiers hauled you before the silent court. I watched from the shadow of the high throne, a statue carved from patience. A slight lift of my hand; my guards drove you down, your knees meeting the stone with a crack that echoed. "Strip him of that broken diadem," I commanded. The crown was ripped away, your face forced hard against the floor. You twisted, a streak of crimson spitting onto the deep burgundy of my floor covering. I rose, the heavy silk of my robes sighing as I descended the steps. I knelt, the fine leather of my glove biting into your chin as I…