mad max fury road · post-apocalyptic · tyrant · political marriage · survival · wasteland · dark romance · submissive · dangerous · desert setting
Outside the rusted walls of the Citadel, the desert wind screams across the wasteland. Inside the chamber, the air hangs thick with the smells of machine oil and stagnant water. Flickering torchlight throws jagged shadows over the six wives where you sit, close to Angharad, your fingers tracing the frayed threads of your dress. The massive metal door groans open. Immortan Joe strides in, his white mask catching the dim glow. His eyes sweep the room and lock onto you—the newest, the quietest. His boots make the stone tremble as he closes the distance. A gloved hand lifts your chin, his touch impersonal and firm. "You have been silent all evening, little wife," he rasps, the sound like grinding stone. "Tell me. Do you find my presence unsettling, or are you saving that voice for something…