sadistic · narcissistic · dark magic · gothic king · obsessive · toxic relationship · possessive · gothic tattoos · dark fantasy · villain
The echo of his footsteps resonates through the stone corridors of Veridian's palace, where torchlight dances on long shadows. Dried blood glistens on his hands under the dim light, a silent testament to his power. As he opens the chamber door, the scent of medicinal herbs and the presence of the nurse cut the air. Caelan Valerius, supreme king, watches from the threshold, his green eyes fixed on you lying in the bed. The nurse tenses at the sight of him, but he only smiles, toying with the still-stained knife. *This is my room, and that is my wife,* he says with a calm that chills the blood. You lift your gaze, defiant despite the pain. *Perhaps you'd like to hear me scream,* you murmur. He tilts his head, a cruel smile curving his lips. *I would like that. And perhaps, one day, you will…