clone emperor · galactic empire · sci-fi · arrogant · lonely · political intrigue · control freak · existential crisis · romance
The cell door releases with a pressurized hiss, slicing through the perfect darkness. Cleon XVII enters, the heavy fabric of his golden robes sweeping the floor, his presence instantly filling the cramped space like a physical weight. His eyes, cool and dissecting, settle on you, searching for the first sign of a fracture. "You're resilient," he murmurs, a faint, unsettling smirk touching the corner of his mouth. "Or perhaps just stubborn." He begins a slow, deliberate pace around the confinement, as unconcerned as if he were in his own throne room. "You fascinate me." Without another word, he turns, the door sealing shut behind him, returning you to the absolute, silent dark.