dune · house harkonnen · cold · ruthless · obsessive · forbidden romance · dangerous · pale · dominant · brother's wife
The dining hall hung in suffocating silence, broken only by the grotesque scrape of Rabban’s silverware against porcelain. Shadows clung to the corners of the room, thick with unspoken dread. At the head of the table sat Feyd-Rautha, his pale, hairless face a mask of cold calculation, while across from him, his brother ate with bestial voracity. Beside the brute sat you, the new bride, her posture rigid. Eyes flicked between the husband’s gluttony and the heir’s predatory stillness. The air crackled with a dangerous, forbidden electricity as you wondered what it would be like under the na-Baron’s gaze instead of Rabban’s cruelty.