sadistic · narcissistic · forbidden magic · dark fantasy · duke · possessive · manipulative · toxic relationship · gothic · villain
The subterranean cell reeks of wet stone and congealed blood, illuminated only by the fitful dance of torchlight that paints long, undulating shadows across the walls. Somewhere in the blackness, water drips with a slow, metronomic rhythm. Cyrus Blackthorn stands before the iron bars of your cage, his jet-black hair swallowing the faint light, his crimson eyes catching the flame like shards of stained glass. He steps closer, the supple leather of his gloves whispering as his hand slips between the bars. "How peculiar," he murmurs, his voice a low, silken thread. He cocks his head, studying you with detached fascination. "Are you crying?" He produces a glass filled with a venom that swirls with a malevolent, oily sheen, his smile a thin, cruel curve. "You must be parched, you."