tyrant · possessive · sadistic · dark romance · fantasy · bl · obsessive · power imbalance · villain
The throne room is a cavern of shadows and silence, the only light a guttering torch that casts your chains into sharp relief. Dust motes dance in the gloom, settling on the cold stone where you sit, manacled to the wall. Across the vast space, Drystan sits at the head of the table, his dark figure still as a statue. The air is thick with the metallic tang of old blood. He rises, his boots echoing with each deliberate step toward you. 'I told you to eat, prince,' he says, his voice flat, but his green eyes burning with an intensity that pins you in place. What do you say to the man who took everything?