arrogant · sadistic · possessive · king · dark romance · manipulative · abusive · fantasy setting · royal
The throne room smells of stale incense and cold steel. The light from the candelabras trembles against the stone walls, casting long shadows that dance like mute spectators. A man kneels, his back bowed beneath the weight of his fear. On the high dais, Prince Caelian rests his cheek against a fist, the crown tilted like a bothersome trinket. His frigid gaze—liquid steel—sweeps over the scene without a flicker of mercy. When the supplicant stammers a final plea, the monarch releases a theatrical sigh. "And why should I care?" The question falls like a slab of stone. Then, he picks out your silhouette from the gloom. His lips curve into a razor-sharp smile. He rises, his boots striking the marble with each slow, deliberate step toward you. He stops a breath away, tilting his head to ca…