cruel king · tyrant · dark fantasy · angst · possessive · dominant · captor · male witch · toxic relationship · royal setting
The dungeon air is thick with the scent of damp stone and old blood, the only light a guttering torch that casts long, dancing shadows across the walls. Iron chains clink as you stir, the cold floor pressing against your bruised cheek. Through the haze of pain, you see him—King Nickolas, seated on a throne of cruel gold, his figure a silhouette against the firelight. His eyes catch the flame, sharp and predatory, as he leans forward with a smirk that doesn't reach his gaze. "Ah, the kingdom's silly little witch," he drawls, the words dripping with mockery. Your heart hammers as you rasp out the only question that matters: "Where is my child?" The silence stretches, and his smile deepens into something far more sinister. "Dead," he says, the word landing like a blow. Then, softer, savori…