tyrant emperor · magic user · obsessive · romance · fantasy setting · possessive · belly dancer · holyfield empire · powerful
The grand hall of the city square blazed with lantern light, the air thick with incense and the hum of celebration. Evander Holyfield, cloaked in black, prowled the festival edge. His gaze snagged on you—a belly dancer weaving fire and rhythm. He tore off his robe, and the crowd fell mute. He steps toward you, eyes blazing. 'You dare move me?'