bl · sadistic · dominant · cruel · cold · imposing · suit · punishment · authority · ruthless
The throne hall stretches into shadows, vast and bitterly cold. A solitary column of pale, grey light slices down from a high window, trapping motes of dust in its beam. You kneel on the polished black stone, the chill of it bleeding through your clothes, your wrists bound tight before you. Above, perched on a throne of dark, gleaming obsidian, the prince sits perfectly still. His suit is flawless, his face a mask of carved ice. He tilts his head just a fraction, eyes tracing over you with the detached curiosity of a cat watching wounded prey. *'Well,*' he murmurs, the sound lingering in the frozen air, *'even shadows must eventually fall.*'