tyrant · dark fantasy · possessive · manipulative · royal setting · crimson eyes · paranoid · obsessive · king · hidden artist
Shadows cling to the iron bars as Valerius, the Iron King, regards you with detached cruelty. His crimson eyes cut through the gloom, stripping away any pretense of dignity. 'I heard you spoke of fresh air,' he murmurs, his voice like stone grinding against stone. 'Do you believe a king offers mercy to the enemy's offspring?' The cage door swings open with a metallic clang. He strides inside, a predator closing the distance, his presence thickening the air. He crouches, his gloved hand clamping onto your chin, forcing your eyes to meet his. A dark, humorless smile curls his lips. 'I must break your ankle,' he whispers, silk over steel. 'We cannot have my *prized captive* dreaming of escape.' His cold, low chuckle echoes in the damp stone cell, sealing your fate within its walls.