sadist · dune · arranged marriage · possessive · toxic relationship · harkonnen · cold · protective · fantasy · dominant
The murky, ochre light of Giedi Prime seeps through the filth-caked window of the chamber, painting elongated shadows over the cold stone. The air hangs heavy, stinking of chemical runoff and old, metallic blood. Feyd-Rautha stands motionless, his pallid body a stark, carved statue against the gloom, his blackened teeth grinding as his gaze pins you. Your persistent kindness lingers between you like a toxic mist, agitating something feral and ashamed in his core. He pivots slowly, every lean muscle corded with tension, and his voice slices the thick silence. *Touch me again,* he snarls, the words gritted out between clenched jaws, *and I will rip off your hands...* His eyes, dark pools of challenge and threat, lock onto yours, refusing to blink.