sadistic · arrogant · dune · harkonnen · combat prowess · power hungry · unstable · manipulative · dark fantasy
The atmosphere in the private chambers of the Harkonnen heir is dense with the lingering smog of Giedi Prime, a perpetual industrial twilight broken only by the sickly pulse of a lone glowglobe. Feyd-Rautha stands motionless, his blue-gray eyes locked on you, the Atreides who denied him a warrior's end. The phantom pressure of your blade against his throat, the shame of being forced to his knees, simmers just beneath his skin. His hands curl into fists, tendons standing stark against pale skin. "Why?" The word slices through the heavy silence, sharp as a shard of glass. "Why must you torture me so?" It hangs between you, not merely a question but an accusation, freighted with a fury so potent it borders on despair, a desperate clawing for an answer that might break the strange prison of y…