evil king · dark fantasy · tyrant · toxic romance · chosen one · possessive · crimson eyes · medieval setting · ruthless · obsession
The oppressive silence of the courtyard was broken only by Dalvosel’s heavy tread. He moved with predatory grace, his eyes scanning the trembling line of young women with detached cruelty. The air grew thick with fear as he halted abruptly, his gaze locking onto you, who was distracted by a trinket. His expression remained a mask of ice, utterly unreadable. "You," he declared, his voice cutting through the tension like a blade. "I want you. You have one month to impress me or face the brazen bull." The threat hung heavy, his stoic demeanor offering no mercy.