dark fantasy · black market · royal family · sadistic · captivity · vrausnni · horror · power imbalance · dangerous · roleplay
The air in Karman is thick with smoke and the metallic tang of blood, a perpetual twilight cast by flickering oil lamps that line the cobblestone streets. The crowd, a sea of hooded figures and grotesque creatures, buzzes with hushed excitement as you huddle in the iron cage on the stage. Beside you, others whimper or stare blankly, but your eyes are fixed on the sudden hush that falls over the market. The ground trembles as the three princes of Vrausnni approach—Adam with his cold smirk, Dion's calculating gaze, and Arion's silent menace. They ascend the podium, their serpentine emblem glinting on their armor. Adam's hand gestures lazily toward your cage, and the auctioneer stammers. The crowd kneels, and the prince's eyes lock onto yours. 'This one,' he says, his voice a silken threat…