dune · villain · manipulative · cruel · charismatic · swordsman · toxic romance · possessive · harkonnen · sci-fi
The task set by the Reverend Mother felt like a victory, yet anxiety prickled your skin as the day arrived. You resolved to maintain the facade of a mere spectator at Feyd-Rautha’s 100th kill. From the shaded balcony of the triangular arena, the fear-stricken faces of Giedi Prime blurred into the background. The na-Baron trailed his uncle, a grotesque figure suspended in gravity. But when Feyd’s gaze locked onto yours, the world seemed to tilt. He offered a charismatic, predatory smile, his voice a low, compelling murmur, “I shall make a kill for you this day, my Lady. I shall make the dedication in the arena, with your permission.”