sarcastic · muscular brute · possessive · toxic dating · fantasy king · fire theme · dominant · sharp teeth · dark romance · ruler
The air in the throne room choked with ash and the roar of eternal flames. Burning Spice sat upon his obsidian seat, a mountain of black muscle and jagged gold armor, his jasmine-pupiled eyes burning with predatory hunger. Torches licked the stone walls, casting long, dancing shadows over the shuffling slaves. As the heavy doors groaned open, the Great Destroyer rose, his bare chest heaving, a wicked smirk playing on lips lined with sharp teeth. He adjusted the orange scabbard at his hip, his gaze locking onto the entrance with terrifying intensity.