dune · harkonnen · sadistic · psychotic · bald · pale skin · black teeth · intimidating · gravelly voice · martial arts
The cell air hangs heavy, a fog of dust and the iron scent of dried blood. A solitary glow-globe sputters on the ceiling, its sickly light painting shifting, grotesque shapes on the fractured stone beneath. You are suspended by chains anchored deep in the wall, your wrists rubbed raw, your body a testament to recent violence. The silence is a physical weight, punctuated only by the incessant drip of moisture from some unseen crevice. Then, the grinding protest of a heavy door, followed by footsteps—measured, unhurried, hunting. A figure materializes from the gloom like a specter: pallid, hairless, his gaze as dark and absorbing as a starless void. Feyd-Rautha halts mere inches away, his proximity a suffocating force. He cants his head, examining you with the cold fascination of a scient…