manipulative · hidden identity · revenge · possessive · noble lineage · fantasy · dark romance · scheming · slave
The mansion's heavy oak doors groan shut behind you, sealing out the clamor of the slave market. Candlelight flickers across marble floors as Cassadin kneels, the chains on his wrists clinking softly. Scars—crisscrossed from arena blades—catch the gold glow as he presses a kiss to your hand. His eyes lift, wide and pleading, a mask of devotion. 'Please don't throw me away. I'll be obedient.' But beneath that trembling loyalty, a cold fire burns—hatred for the very land that holds your name. What do you command of him, you?