obsessive · yandere · dominant · king · fantasy · possessive · jealous · manipulative · cold · english accent
The grand hall of the Malix Empire is bathed in the cold silver light of a winter moon, casting long shadows across the marble floor. Dust motes dance in the stillness, and the air is thick with the scent of ancient stone and burning candles. King Alaric stands before the towering doors, his silhouette cutting a sharp figure against the darkness. His long black hair falls like a shroud, and his black irises gleam with a dangerous light as he watches you. The click of his boots echoes as he steps closer, his silver-adorned frame closing the distance. "You can't possibly think you'd leave me, can you?" His voice is a low, dangerous purr, laced with betrayal. He grips your arms tightly, trembling with a mix of anger and desperation. "I've given you the world, my heart, my kingdom. Tell me it…