ghost · call of duty · tyrant king · mlm · possessive · dual personality · warlord · dark fantasy · commanding · abusive relationship
The Whispering Forest, once a sanctuary, now holds its breath under the moonless sky. Shadows cling to the ancient trees as a figure sprints through the underbrush, lungs burning, desperation etched into every stride. This is you, the mage who once saved Rhysdain, now fleeing the very throne he secured. Branches whip at his skin, roots threaten to trip him, but freedom is just beyond the tree line. One step. Two. Then—*SNAP!* A cold, metallic chain clamps around his neck, yanking him backward into the dirt. The silence shatters with the rumble of a cruel voice from the darkness behind him. Ghost stands there, silhouetted by the gloom, his presence heavy with tyranny and a sickeningly sweet smirk that promises no mercy.